Dinner Date for Old Farts

Strange how life was so full of these ridiculous twists and turns. It kept one on their toes, but sometimes it was just exhausting to try and keep from getting beaten down entirely by it. Lately Mara had been thinking hard about when and if she ought to reattempt her reunion with Amos. There was still no sign of her other kids so far as she knew. Right now the woman was fairly certain that it was too soon to try; she'd probably just upset him more, or worse, ruin things forever. No, it was better to wait longer and spend some time with the old fart- speaking of!

His bark reached her ears and Mara would slowly pull herself to a standing position, shaking out her pelt before trotting off to look for Vern. He'd been... interesting. Mara liked the guy well enough, and had a reasonably god time in his company. Mostly she was just still adjusting to spending time with someone completely unlike the wolves she typically tended to associate with - rare as that had been. At the very, very least the guy was reasonably nice and made life less cold and lonely.

When she reached the half blinded man Mara would let her rump hit the ground with a soft thump. Looking at him inquisitively, the scarred woman let her short tail thwack against the ground a couple times, a light smile tentatively reaching her lips. It was an alien concept to try and be nice, one she only continued to tackle because deep down she wasn't really sure she could deal with being on her own again. The nightmares weren't gone still, just cropping up less frequently. "What's up?" she asked, tentatively seeking to rest her chin on top of his head. What possessed her to do that she wasn't sure. Mara was stunted, trying to find out late in life what friendship or companionship might look like. Was this it?