smokescreens and cigarettes

Percy visibly flinched when it became evident she was no longer alone, but managed a rueful smile as she peeked out from between her paws and her eyes fell on the giant woman from the meeting. "No offence intended o’course," she allowed her tail to thud nervously against the ground at her back, "But I forget, an’ bein’ in a pack makes me nervy. I wake up, an’ think I’m trespassing. Theo," she tipped her head up to indicate to her squirrel friend, "tells me I’ve run out on plenty before. ‘S not as bad as it was, at least I kinda remember sometimes with that gross stuff ‘e keeps jammin’ down my throat... But I don’ wanna fuck this up for Askan, y’know?" Her ears had turned back, there was no point bullshitting the woman who had invited her into her home.

She flinched as the squirrel knocked on her temple over her scar, "See missus? ‘er heads broke, but she’s a good nut. She’ll be right. Just needs some time t’remember." The squirrel squeaked proudly, puffing out his chest as he did so.

"Percy". "Theo".