the hardest goodbye

Her uncle's expression faded into a frown and Pestilence sighed, her ears flattening. While she desperately felt the need to escape Ashen, there were still a few that she hated to leave. Unfortunately Harbringr ranked high on her list of who she never wanted to disappoint. She leaned into his nuzzle, breathing in his familiar comforting scent and trying to keep her emotions contained. Thankfully he understood her reasoning, so she'd not need to elaborate on her alienation here and risk breaking down.

He asked what she planned to do there and Pesto grimaced, the painful clenching in her chest returning. "I do have a friend there, he's awesome his name is Alarr. And well, I just planned on living there with him..." She admitted quietly, her words trailing off. Never had Uncle Hari been untrustworthy, Pesto had always felt she could come to him but still she hesitated to continue. "At least, until I talked to Mom." The yearling was torn, desperately wanting a place she could feel accepted but unwilling to leave her loyalty to the Klein's behind. Her mother's words had confused her and she didn't know what she was supposed to do. "She's under the impression that I'm leaving so that I can take over Fireside for the Empire one day. And I don't want to, Uncle."