<i>'Light curse it all!'</i>thought Tellara. Perhaps it was just her luck that she'd managed about five seconds of conversation before she was forced into the subject she'd been wholeheartedly avoiding. She lowered a forlorn stare to the ground past the forsaken worgen, before her lips parted to recite her carefully thought out words. She seemed surprisingly calm, the worgen. When tellara was in her position she was crying histerically and knocked herself out in her own frantic attempts at rebellion. The worgen just sat there, accepting this audacious captivity with naught but a curious disposition. Perhaps she wouldn't take it so badly.<br/><br/>"W-well..." Tellara started with her usual unsure prelude to pressing speech. No, now was not the time. She had to speak up. "Th-that hunter. He wants to t-tame us. To make us his p-pets..." Tellara stared at Elizabeth sincerely now, but her gaze hastily faltered as she turned away shyly, her face tinged with the colour of embarrassment. She looked back to the worgen girl quickly, her consoling words slipping clumsily from her tongue. "B-but it's okay! We s-still have eachother..." She said, paying a thoughtful glance to Mora as she remained seated, squaring off with the hunter. Tellara then tried to smile, but only managed a weak grin as she felt her back hit the wall, realising she'd been slowly shuffling away. Tellara had nothing against the worgen, but people in general. It was scary meeting others, and the situation warranted little in the way of comfort as her heart pounded furiously at just the concept of conversation with the stranger. She curled up again, peering over her knees at the worgen as she awaited her reaction silently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>