disease -- open!

[[Midnight]]

The sun that Binah was soaking up was beginning to give her a burning sensation along her skin. With a quivering nose she took a step back, into the shadows, meanwhile sampling the sour scent of a fox somewhere near by. Her thoughts didn't stray however, as she listened to Caspian's question and Kohar's opinions. She found herself a little torn herself as to how to speculate.

Truthfully, Binah knew nothing about the Stars except hearsay. Mumblings from her father, from others who've come across them, and of course her own imagination adding to stories to make it seem like she had seen enough of them to tell stories, too. She liked to think of herself as the keeper of all gossip, but after taking a look at herself with a detached manner, she knew she only knew just a small percentage of the past and the pack neighbors. Thus, her preconditioned view of the Stars was a pack full of thin, cowardly wolves who had fathers and mothers who never let their pups wander far, for fear of danger. She could not yet picture the pack being strong enough to even contemplate retaliation against the pack.

Surprisingly, she remained silent on the subject, her face nothing more than a mask of thoughtful brooding. Her eyes flicked to Kohar and anchored there, as the sister spoke of what their father might have planned. This was a subject she felt she knew more about, and eagerly joined back into the social fray.

"Puh! I can only guess how many plans they are making with themselves, whether or not Dad will listen..."

She furrowed her brow, wondering herself now what he would possibly do. Lately he seemed so....old and boring. Almost lazy, in some ways. Still grumpy as all the stories made him seem, though.

"I will ask him...if you won't," she ventured, sitting back on her haunches. "Tonight at the den!"