Always Back

OOC: Posting quickly. PLEASE assume all speech is in Italian I may hover text a bit later.

Sparrow enjoyed the affection. It felt like she only ever talked to her father these days. He returned her question by giving her an answer that wasn't really an answer. She didn't understand. He was more of an adult than her. He was supposed to know how to fix these things, right?

She felt a lump in her throat, but she swallowed it down, "Why?" Sparrow wasn't really sure what she was going to ask or why she was asking them. She shook her head, her minty eyes flashing to her father's golden eyes for a second, "At first, I thought it was the pack. I thought I was unhappy with the wolves here. Then those wolves left and I thought I could be happy, but I wasn't." The small girl thought a moment before continuing, "I thought if I left home, then maybe it would sink in, and I thought- for a moment- maybe I had found it, but that all left too. Then I was alone and wanted to be home again."

Sparrow felt like crying. She didn't want to. She didn't want her father to see that. Tears fought to get to the surface of her eyes, but she would not let them fall. The small girl blinked a few times, "What's wrong with me? What will it take for me to be happy?"