Its not a purse

Ah, it would seem that things went from firey and static...to just...awkward. He watched her with a frown on his lips and his ears falling back. She didn't say a word, just lifted her head and stared at the sunset. For a moment he was scared. Not that she would attack him again, for some reason he was never really scared of that. They had some semblance of...something, and it made him feel safe. Perhaps it was only their pack connections now, but at least...at least it was something. He was scared, though, that he had lost his one and only real friend. The girl who, despite it all, seemed to see the world in a way that he didn't. Seemed to have a confidence he lacked and...really seemed to believe in him when he couldn't. And he was utterly terrified he had lost all that...

When she spoke his name, he sighed and lowered his gaze to the grass beneath his feet, shifting almost anxiously. He didn't like this, and he almost wanted to go home. If he was supposed to be alone...he might aswell. Oh, he would miss travelling with her. Then she commented -- or was that a question? -- on his shoulder, he had to look up at her in surprise. Was that concern he heard? "O-oh.." He said softly, rolling his shoulder slightly. "It's u-uh..m-much better...F-father and L-lark help me t-tend to it." His voice was soft, unaccusing. Really, he knew that he had deserved it, in a way.


"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"