come a little closer

Oh boy. Here it was. The questions. "Not afraid" Wren corrected. Some folks would laugh, boast and talk shit their actions couldn't cache. They would say afraid? Me? You're insulting! Something that a typical pack wolf would say, knowing their comrades backed them up. That wasn't fair. Basilisk hadn't thrown his pack around like a god's name. He only mentioned it to help her. She shook off her unease. "used to be in a pack. I fought for them against invaders... In another realm. I put my fucking life on the line for them. But..."

She snorted, a gruff growl escaping her lips. She looked momentarily in emotional pain, not physical. "That place fell. The pack fell. All the packs fell" she told Basilisk now "but I wanted to go with my alpha. He took his family and ran. Apparently, I hadn't been good enough to stick with. I had been his beta. But all he cared about was preserving a legacy. Not his close friend and confidant." She looked directly at the lad, a leering sort of grin on her features now. She did look in pain this time. Sorting through shit.

"I don't... doubt there are good alphas out there. Better ones. Even better friends. I just don't want to place my trust in someone I just met, yanno? If I go with you, I'll only have your word I'd be free to leave. But what if you take that back? What if you keep me there?" She shook her head again "as for being cautious... Enemies can lurk within. You don't know who you're inviting. Maybe they plot shit."

"Speech"