clarity for my fuzzy life

Indigo settled down on the furs across from her, turning down the offer to close the door against the clinging cold of winter. Dark ears perked as the boy began to speak. No matter how close to being a young man he was, to Resin, he would always be a boy. Just like his siblings would always be seen as children.

The purple brute began by confessing that his thoughts often ran rampant. It seemed to trouble him that his thoughts had a mind of their own. "The older you get, the easier it is to sort through your thoughts, though I still have times when they seem to be out of control." She sought to ease whatever worry the situation may have brought to him.

When he continued, she wasn't surprised to hear that he didn't think his place was in The Hallows. He'd been disconnected from the moment that he'd joined the pack. The one-eyed woman merely nodded. She was surprised when he asked her to teach him about leadership, however. It was the first time that he'd shown such interest. He'd taken the initiative and asked her and there was no way that she would turn him down. After a moment of silence, the maned woman nodded. "As you wish."