Feelings

A man's voice came from her side and Sparrow turned to look at him. He didn't look familiar and definitely wasn't an old Fireside wolf hanging around. Sparrow tossed on a lazy smile, "You know, if you came here just a little earlier, there woulda been a pack here." She looked into the distance for a moment longer then turned her attention back to the large man. "I should pour out some alcohol for them, but it's not like they're dead or anything; which honestly feels less satisfying as an end for a pack like this." It wasn't that Sparrow was sad that they DIDN'T die, it just felt more like a fizzle than a true end. It felt unfinished, unsatisfying. "So, hope you didn't come here to join."