Adjustments

A half-smile twisted her lips. Of course he laughed at it; he above others knew just how well that statement was true. After all, when she was younger... everyone was her friend, and if they weren't, she'd make them her friend. It was all so very fun and games, then. A sigh left her, and it was a mixture of several things. A longing, almost, for the simplicity of those days; a sadness, for what was lost - her siblings, her mother, her pack; a satisfaction, for she has grown as a wolf, and saw it, and was mostly satisfied with what she saw. It was a unique mixture.

Her eyes closed when a weight settled on her head - as she was using his paws as a pillow of sorts, he decided to use her head. Well, that worked. Might be a bit bony, but hey, also fluffy! She had an annoying amount of fluff on her head. His words were soothing, though she could still not shake the feeling - how could she? "Logic agrees with your words, but I'm afraid my heart does not," she whispered. She truly did agree; what would it have changed? If it did not happen that day, that moment, it would have happened another. Fate has a funny way of making sure all things stuck to course. "What about you, though, Bass? I can't imagine you feel blameless in all of this." If she knew him at all, then he felt as guilty, if not more so than her.

"Speech"