I Think About My Purpose

When Manea came to her call, her eyes kind of flicked nervously along the grounds until Manea was sitting in front of her. She could finally take a breath and put herself in the right mindset to talk to her, or at least for the reason she had called her. She almost wondered if she knew about her and Alastor, but she wouldn't have openly spoken about it. She had surrounded herself in a hidden guilt, and unknowingly she had been avoiding Alastor yet again. But there was still this front of her that wanted to do better, to make him proud of her. To find some sort of common ground with her and Manea. She couldn't describe how badly she wanted just that normal life, and not be be this weird pent up anxiety all the time.

It was like something clicked together after she looked back to Manea, she became collected and was actually able to look at her without fault. She still didn't sit along with her, all four of her paws stayed straight but she didn't go to prepare for any sort of fight. "I hope my efforts haven't gone unnoticed." The corner of her maw pulled back because she knew it was probably hard to see how hard she was trying to find her place in this pack, "I'd like to challenge for Praelias."

"Relm"