Smokefern
|| She/her || 35 Moons || Warrior ||
Smokefern slid off the root, skipping out on any stretches that she felt the urge to do. Now wasn't really the time for them. As they stepped out of camp, Smokefern kept pace with Mosstangle, letting her take the lead on things. She didn't even ask where they were going. Sometimes it was best to simply wander. There were dangers in the territory, which she knew all to well, but a pair of warriors could handle most of what came their way.
She let the silence hang between the two of them. It was how Smokefern was. Though their friendship was one that formed from verbal sparring, the one earred warrior always was more comfortable in silence. If there was one thing she had to pride herself on, it would be patience. Not to mention being comfortable enough with herself that she never felt the need to unnecessarily fill the void with chatter. The singing birds and rustling leaves did that plenty.
And after Mosstangle's confession, she held that silence for several heartbeats longer. Thinking, considering what best to say. She hadn't known Aldersnarl all that well, outside of hearing the name on the rare occasion.
"I can't speak for his motivations," Smokefern finally said.
"but were you close? Maybe he wished for you to not notice, to not hurt you. However strange the logic might sound."
( @namen_roodles )