we all need something to live for
mortis
06-10-2022, 09:07 PM
Basilisk never mentioned his father. Not at all. Wren could sense there was some sort of... unresolved feelings. Maybe even a burden on her friend's shoulders. But he didn't speak to her about it. She could do nothing for him, give no advice, if so. And as his friend, she kept his secret about challenging for a higher rank. "I've not met his father" she confessed, wondering if she would want to "I don't think I could like him much if he does that to my friend. I... know what that's like." She trailed off, shaking herself free of thought before moving on. She nodded to his offer of help. "Like I said, I'm new here. I know... some packs look to the newbies like we're less than them. If I work hard, maybe I'll get somewhere someday. Until then, I don't mind doing work. I think I'm the only Stalker right now... Can't be sure though." She shook her head with a sigh. Organizing pack hunts was one thing, but the building was another. She had less experience. |
put me out of my misery
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me
THINK MY HEART IS HISTORY
nothing can fix me