Don't Wanna Let Go

She chuckled a little as he continued, though she wasn't feeling necessarily happy, or bubbly. She felt like the thought was relatable. "Don't think I can disagree with you there. Well, uh," She slowed in her step for a second before moving back into a normal pace, "I wasn't really surprised about Ulric and you guys. I've always wanted to kind of know my father, it's easy to assume someone you haven't known for two years has a whole family or whatever." She didn't show offense in her tone, it was a common sense sort of statement. She didn't know really anything about Ulric from her mother. Just a bunch of 'what a dick' words. She didn't know his age, his name. And she wasn't even sure if her mother knew that Ulric was the father. Surely, Serenity's markings should have been enough to say, but who really knew how many men her mother had been with when she had her.

Serenity didn't seem like she was struggling to look at Ezra, but she was. Instead she kept her focus around the trees and the river, her ears swiveled slightly like she was really focused on scouting. But she kept her ears and attention on Ezra, just not her eyes. "But not a lot of good stuff I can relate to." She smiled again lightly, glancing to him before looking back to the woods again, "I was much younger than you when I was on my own. Only knew strangers. Being in the pack is... different."

"Have I seen you with a girl around the pack?" She spoke with a joke in her tone, but was all too serious to herself. She had seen a lot of the things that went on around the pack through her perch up on the wall. Lillith and Ezra seemed to be finding a better life than what they had gone through. Jane and Emile still seemed to be struggling. And Serenity was here with some sort of experience, like the middle of them all.

"Serenity"