Adjustments

When she asked if she could join him, the pale man nodded his head. His tail thumped on the space next to him, further inviting her up. He was glad for the company, maybe it would bring his mind off the matters at hand. But when she answered why she was here, his smile disappeared as well. A heavy sigh left his lips, eyes closing for a moment. "She seems to be getting better, although she is still plagued by nightmares," he answered slowly, his golden eyes opening to meet hers. It was hard to hear her like that, whimpering and kicking in her sleep. He hated seeing her that way, but he understood that it could take longer for her mind to heal. Her physical ailments may be healed, but her mental health was another thing all together. "There are still so many questions we have, but parts of her memory are still fussy. We still have no idea if the wolf that treated her sought to poison her, or if it was an accident. Harmony said that its an easy herb to overdose, and Finch remembers the woman saying that it would help her." He shrugged his shoulders, his body shivering slightly. The sun was nearly set now, but it wasn't the chill that made him shake. He couldn't imagine his precious daughter going through any of that alone, and he just wanted answers to all his questions. Bass knew that he had to deal with the fact that he might never know everything, which angered him. He just wanted to find that spotted wolf and demand her to fill in the blanks. But with no scent and hardly a description to go off of, he knew that his goal was futile.

"Speech"
'thoughts'