clarity for my fuzzy life

He continued to pace, uncertain of his next move or even if he wanted to speak to Resin yet or not. He felt so conflicted deep down, uncertain of his future or even what to expect from his life. Massive paws shuffled against the stone and his claws clicked as he turned. He might have continued to pace there for the rest of the day when he heard Resin’s voice on the other side of the door. His name on her lips.

Indy lowered his head shamefully and grit his teeth at his indecisiveness. Still, the boy lifted himself to his full height and pushed into the room beyond. The fire was pleasant but the wind created a cold gust within the private quarters. ”Resin.” He greeted softly with a low dip of his head. ”Could I… could we talk?” He still had no idea what he wanted to say or even what he was looking for, but here he was. No use wasting Resin’s time.