Its not a purse

Starling stared down at his feet, rather ready to go back to the pack and leave all this behind him. They could function just fine without needing to be friends, right? They wouldn't let this get in the way of teamwork and what not. Slowly he took in a small breath, ready to speak again when she did, and he looked at her again. She knew he wouldn't tell? "How?" He said over the distance, just looking at her with his sad eyes, his brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. Surely she would have assumed her would have told someone, especially if he was mad at her, right? Or did she really have that amount of faith in him, in their friendship. He just watched her, seeing her flinch and he felt his breath caught in his throat.

He never really understood his relationship with Lillianna, or the girl herself for that matter. They fought a lot, and seemed to look down on each other from time to time. He often felt like she spoke down to him, like she knew more than him, and he often found himself with thoughts that he knew more than her. But they were really just children, two young wolves in a pack, trying to get their footing. They supported each other, held each other up, even as they metaphorically bit at each others noses. He didn't know what he would do without her. When she offered her help, his eyes grew slightly wider before he quickly nodded. Catching himself, he cleared his throat slightly and looked away. "I...I-I'd like th-that." His soft voice called over the distance as he shifted on his paws. He wanted to talk with her, after all...

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