pale eyes & drunken lies

“WHOOPS, my bad!” Aster picked up on his sarcasm, but she almost found it amusing. “Usually when birds are alone and quiet, they’re usually sick or lonely! But I guess wolves are different, huh? Or maybe just you. ‘Cause I thought wolves were also social critters, though your groups are smaller and wayyyyyyyyyy more hierarchical than birds. Like, seriously! How do you guys stand such a strict hierarchy? I’d go craaaaaaaaazy if I was stuck in that kinda environment, but I guess that’s why birds don’t do it, because we can fly away without having to fight.”

Aster blinked. A wave of self-awareness rolled over her. “Whoops, that was a lot of words! Okay, uh, how about you tell me if you would like me to leave. Or I can totally help you with something, because, I don’t know about you mister sulky boy, but I’m actually really bored and sometimes it’s fun to help out wolves. Totally up to you, though!”