Perhaps she shouldn’t have played that card so soon, Capable thought with a mite of regret. Her ears rotated forward as Skoll’s expression changed. Had she ruined the fleeting moment? The attention was so foreign, she found herself wishing it would not end – but all at once, she scolded herself mentally. Since when had she needed anyone’s praise to do what she wanted to do? Maybe it was for the best she’d brought up Morganna and broken the spell the swarthy male was weaving over her – as long as she could see clearly, she was safer than she was a moment before.
“Ah, no. No trouble,” she was quick to assure him, wondering at once if this man treated Morganna the same way Arrow had tried to bridle her. “She was looking for ginger, to bring back home. I helped,” Capable explained after another moment, feeling that she owed the other woman at least that much. She had been friendly, if not informative, and had done nothing to deserve being thrown under the bus. “Not much of that, where I came from. Far north of here, in the mountains, there wasn’t a lot of variety. We made do with what we had.”
That, and she’d been charged with watching cubs, but Skoll did not need her entire life story. Realizing that the swarthy male still intended to show her the way for her home, she picked up a trot, jogging to his side and falling into stride, shoulder-to-shoulder. Tipping one ear, she studied the male from the side. “Hey, what is it like, in Willow Ridge? What do you…do there?”
What would I do?