If These Scars Could Speak

Locust could see a hint of sympathy spread across his features. He was much larger than she, but he didn't give off a presence that she should be scared of him; however, looks could always be deceiving. She had been alone for a long time, so the dame knew that from experience.

'I'm sorry, you just looked-' In the back of the woman's mind, words that could perfectly describe what she felt about her appearance began to appear within her mind. Ugly. Grotesque. The list could continue for quite a long time. However, his words surprised her '-like you might want some company.' A small sigh escaped the femme's breath, her one good eye focused on the large body of water. She could be swallowed up by the waves and nobody would bother looking for her. Her brothers and parents were gone, her mentor, everyone she knew had left her life. Just like when the she-wolf was a child, she'd been back to square one and alone to think about her past and what could have been done differently.

"No shit it's a shitty time," She spoke coldly, her eye closing as her ears pinned back as sadness slowly began to eat away at her heart. He had a family, she had no such luxury. She did have one, twice in fact, but like before she'd been tossed to the side despite one being by sheer accident. "But...I suppose I shouldn't turn down company...At least it would make me stop focusing on my leg for the time being...But, you should also focus on your pack too, they might need you more than I," gratitude was something that was not within the girl's vocabulary, but at least he was nice enough to stay and give her some form of relief by talking to one another. "My name's Locust...may I ask your own?"