CAN'T FIND YOURSELF

Having been considered a omen of "strife", as her name suggested most of her life, truthfully, Eris had, had few friends. One of the few wolves, she had ever let in, that had treated her as if she was special, had broken her heart. A small smile crept to her jaws at the other fea's words, and she paused in her step, turning to face her.

"You have a friend now, Argent. Winter, Spring, Summer, or Fall, all you have to do is call for me and I'll be there." The words would be delivered softly from her lips, though the sincerity rang in her words.

Continuing forward again, she said, in a soft voice, "I've also never had a friend before..." She murmured, she had, had a mate, but no friends. A mentor, but no... friend. No one had ever given the omen of strife a chance, rather they had cast her away, as stain, worthless.