Lost and Found

Mireya was a bit surprised to see sympathy cross the face of the man before her. Was it sympathy? To be honest, it was quite dark in here and she couldn't be sure, but it looked like it. He then apologized, apparently on the behalf of all wolves, and Mireya let out a humorless laugh. "Thanks," she said half-heartedly. It wasn't like anything could be done about it now. For either of them. It did make her feel a little more comfortable to hear that the brute had something in common with her, as tragic as it may be. She tried to listen as he told her that not all wolves were the beasts she had come to know, and that some could be good friends to her. She wanted to scoff at that but held back, trying to give the man some credit.

Mireya supposed that, possibly, he could be right. Not all wolves could be bad. But it would take a lot for her to trust one enough to let it become her good friend, that was for sure. "I guess," she said with a small nod, looking over the man to the entrance again. "Do you think we could step outside? It is so dark in here," she said, standing slowly.