Broken

Her thoughts drifted back to the first time she had bled. She had cut herself a few days after she started to venture out of the den. That strong smell of iron, that red liquid oozed from the painful cut. The lesson her mother had taught that day was about blood, life, and the importance of wounds. Maybe she didn't want to accept the fact her mother was in fact dead that she was so badly wounded that she couldn't recover. She never really had gotten the lesson about death, but there had to be something after life. She had a lot of time to think about it, but she didn't want to commit to the fact that she did somewhat know why her mother wasn't waking up.

She was pulled from her thoughts as he spoke to her again. His words made her smile and her tail wag. He was willing to be her teacher and was even willing for her to stay with him. She could easily say that she was vary relieved and oddly felt a bit more safe. His next words she intently listened to absorbing what knowledge he was trying to pass on to her. It did not reopen wounds, but instead made her curious, but she was also feeling weary still. She yawned, her tail gently wagging as she looked back to his face. She was ready to move on away from here and to get some rest.

"Pack or no pack I'm willing to go where you lead," she said.