I ain't tryin' to fight it

When they did stop within the garden, the male began to speak. She didn't fully understand what he meant, it was confusing, why didn't he help raise his children? They were his after all. She didn't voice her questions out loud, not yet at least. It soothed her some to know that he didn't play a role in their behavior. Some of the tension ebbed away when he told that she wouldn't be around them very often, she didn't want to be around them at all, but if he was going to teach her how to be around them, then she could manage seeing them every once in awhile.

This is where we will spend most of our time. She looked around, taking a closer look at the area. It wasn't too bad, but it was certainly different than what she was accustomed to. "It's nice." Her statement was simple, void of any true emotion. To be honest, she was still uncertain of everything. Especially what would become of herself. It worried her.

Her stomach growled in protest, breaking her silence. A sheepish grin spread across her face as she tucked her chin, slightly embarrassed. She had been to distracted to remember how hungry she was, but now that she could relax, she was sharply reminded. How long had it been since she had eaten? She couldn't remember. It was long enough for her to be dying for something to eat though. Glancing up at Seraphim, she hoped he would offer to hunt. Food and sleep. It was all she wanted right now. To have a full belly, and be warm and safe in a den, curled beside her new family.

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