That would be enough

Briar felt herself getting drawn in tighter against her brother after she admitted what happened with her father to earn this scar and it was easy to just let herself hide away in his wings and protective hug. There was a part of her though, the part of her that had pulled her to the training field in the first place, that felt weak for doing so. She liked finding comfort here with her big brother, but at the same time she felt like it was just more confirmation that she wasn't strong enough to face all of this on her own and she wasn't strong enough to be who she wanted to be.

Just as her thoughts started to skew into the darker places that they had been in lately, Mortis pulled her back for a moment, asking her where she had been staying. "Either with Aslatiel or in her star den... More often the star den these days since her pups were born," she replied, her ears flicking. She still hadn't made or picked a den for herself even though she knew her older siblings had moved into their own dens or were given them for their birthday when they were her age. Everything this whole last season had been so derailed and torn apart that she hadn't even had the heart to mention their birthday again to their father.

"I'm okay though. I'll... I'm going to build my own den," she insisted with a nod. "I haven't really felt the need to since I've been staying in The Hallows with Artorias so much, but... That's not going to be happening any more so... I guess I better make one here so I'm not taking up Aslatiel's space any more." Not safe with their father, in the way with Asla, too heartbroken to be with Art... Nowhere felt right any more. She started to pull away from Mort, trying to shove all her emotions back into the little box they had been in as she quickly added, "I better get back to my training, Mort."

"Briar Fatalis"