Whittle Away the Time We Have

She blinked in surprise at the sudden guffing laughter that broke free of her demon-friend. He had been lost in the frowning thoughts of his memories, and she had done that to him. Brought him to laugher. She felt a tinge of pride in the pit of her stomach, making the silly act with the stick well worth it.

Despite his continuous habit of grinning, and finding amusement in her actions, he was proving to be a cynic. Maybe he was right, maybe not everyone couldn't be saved. Well, she wasn't one to be saved anyway, she would do it herself. She'd pull herself out of the hole her childhood had left her in, kicking and screaming, if that's what it took. She looked across at Alas thoughtfully. Maybe she could drag him along to happiness with her. Somehow. He was already less of a stranger to her then her entire pack, and she wasn't willing to say goodbye to him anytime soon. "Alas... where are you going after this?" She asked, hoping his path wouldn't take him too far.

At his question, she frowned at the elk along with him. Her pride had been bigger then her paws. He was right, there was no way she was dragging this thing back to her pack alone. It was just about as big as she was. "Oh, definitely" She agreed doubtfully. If she had to, she would figure it out. Maybe if she found a way to slid it along the snow behind her...