something beautiful

Mercury's question seemed like he genuinely cared about her problem, and it made her think for a moment as they both worked on the windchime. She smiled to see his work, letting it distract her for the moment. "You're a natural," she assured him. Her smile faded, attention turning back to her own work for a moment before she spoke up again. "I'm not sure if she is there by force, or if she choses to be there and it just isn't a good fit for her. I know she is allowed outside of pack lands, because that was where we met, but she seemed reluctant even to introduce herself as part of the pack, and she doesn't seem comfortable even having her own livestock within pack bounds even though it would be safer." Corbie sighed. Saying it out loud made it clearer how little she had to go on for her feeling. "I just have a feeling she's miserable there. I don't have anything concrete to go on though."

Quietly, she twisted the next few pieces onto the windchime, the glass tinkling against the metal as they fell against it. "What about you, Mercury? Is there a pack you're eying, or are you too freespirited to be tied down?"