*Odette*
Since my return a week ago, I've noticed Littlepaw, bless him, trying to find out what happened between the time I left his library, agreeing to travel to Stillmeadow with our uncle, and the moment I returned to his home.
His questioning is quite inept, and I can tell he doesn't really want to know the truth. So, I give him vague responses, murmuring and sighing, and he seems satisfied that he's performed his brotherly duty by inquiring.
I roam the house, trying to remember how I used to pass my days when I wasn't tasked with polishing boots, furniture, or banisters. I'm not ready to make morning calls yet, and caring for my aunt is the perfect excuse to avoid the social events being held.
I'm not receiving guests, which is perfectly understandable for a she-wolf who has rec
