Pulled, rather abruptly from her dark thoughts, Blue turned to see Nova's gesturing. She blinked and just like that, all her recent thoughts were swept away, leaving her somewhat confused as to why she was in a melancholic mood. She watched the Aven wolves dancing before her and shook out fur just before she began her walk back to the inn. What was I thinking just now.
Blue had been too preoccupied with her situation of being unwanted. Well, Durandel and his group did seem to want her around, but it was probably only out of the fact that she knew the last known location of her mother. BattleDemon. Vital information they thought would be helpful against the coming darkness. Yet, Blue could not tell them this secret since she still did not trust Durandel and Nova fully. Especially the Kamarians.
It was only a minute or so when she arrived at the inn and whereupon she growled in disapproval at the sight of all the wolves gathered together. It was annoying how little she knew about the type of wolves in this world. In a way, she thought Nova was right about about her cluelessness.
In fact, at the very thought of Nova she remembered how he thought she had rushed into that fight, the one where they met. A small feeling of guilt nipped at her. She hadn't rushed into the fight at all. The fight had come to her and her young self had never even known how to fight. She had no powers, nothing but the ability to run from her enemies which as she found out the hard way, she was an excellent runner. She was nothing like her mother.
Nothing like her at all. Blue calmed herself. Thinking of such matters now would not help her. Nonchalantly, acting like this meeting was unimportant she began to groom herself.