The world has got me in it

Priscilla also couldn’t get rid of the nagging feeling that part of the fighting that happened at the border, if not all of it, was her fault. Because she got mad at Blaise. The girl flicked her ears, starting at a noise as her uncle came up to her. The pup smiled sadly at him though, welcoming her uncle company. She’d never seen him angry before either… but she was glad he’d stood up to the man her mother called Zell. “Just relaxing.” The little one said softly. Her gaze shifting over the territory beyond the dens.

“I’m letting Bas and Cel spend time with mère {mom}… and uh…” The little one frowned, looking down at the dirt between her paws. “I’m avoiding Blaise… and I’m not sure Naeva wants to play.” She was glad Torin was here. Sure her uncle sounded a bit awkward trying to talk to her… but…

“Are you still mad at that man?” Her voice became softer again, her smile becoming hesitant. “He said some mean things about mama… Is it my fault? Cause I got mad at Blaise?” She whimpered softly. “Je suis désolé…” {I’m sorry…}