extreme makeover

Exotic? A self-depreciating snort left her lips and a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. She’d still fade into the background, she was sure. It was a strange not quite belonging that had plagued her since the skies went dark, and perhaps if she believed more firmly in her mothers old gods, she’d take it as some sort of omen. “It wasn’ intentional… But I s’pose, s’not like I have ter look at m’self much, an’ I doubt ‘alf th’ pack’ll notice th’ change anyway.” She was trying to find the bright side of this foreign situation, but now that the panic was subsiding, melancholy was returning in a steady wave. For the first time since she had arrived, she wasn’t quite sure she wanted to take that next step to coming home.

And her bones hurt.

“Speech”