Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, Bro!

Again her eyes drifted closed and she forced them to shoot back open. Had to stay awake. Couldn't fall asleep. Not yet, anyway. Soon she'd be delivered to her den and she could sleep to her hearts content, but not now. They were getting somewhere.

For a second time, Naiche apologized to her. It was shocking, even in her state of inebriation. The young lady gave his neck another gentle squeeze and spoke softly into the side of his neck. "I know. I just... really wanted us to be friends." She moved her muzzle so that she could speak more clearly, but her cheek was still pressed against his neck. "I don't have any friends. People have to be nice to me because of who my parents are, but you were different."

A big sigh pulled from the girl. While speaking she'd gotten rather tense, but she made herself relax again. "You know I'm different." Everyone knew. "This new litter is a reminder. No matter what I do to make them proud in the moment, I'm always one that needs to be watched in case I let them down. I'll get over it, but for now it's a sore spot."

Was their conversation making her sober up? "Don't tell anyone, okay? I'm trusting you with this." There it was. His second chance. Asla wanted to trust him. Naiche was once of the only wolves that didn't let her parents or her title dissuade him from telling her like it was. She needed that bit of honesty in her life. In a world full of fools, at least she could trust Naiche to be honest and true. That was why his betrayal had hurt so much.