fireflies and chill

Scylla Klein, Damira stowed that name away for safe keeping. She of course knew that beyond Elysium's borders there were other wolves with other names, but she'd gotten so used to her own kin, purples and reds were familiar and quite frankly probably superior to whatever other colours wolves coats came in. Kleins were a close enough second that she didn't regard them any less favourably. Family was just that at the end of the day, important to Damira even if she wasn't the sort to openly admit as much. She threaded the familial connection in her mind, connecting the dots as her brows furrowed in thought. She would like to meet more of her extended family one day, put names to their faces, but for now she was content to remain.

With dark eyes she watched her elder, not outwardly reacting to the cheeky wink but not disliking it either, far more interested as Scylla moved to open a drink, even offered the little pup some. Something Damira hadn't quite anticipated, but accepted readily enough a soft "thank you" passing her lips as she was indeed raised with good manners. It was sweet, with a slight bitterness she found herself enjoying, reminded her of the teas her mother would brew sometimes.

"I like to be on my own." Was her first admission, she didn't feel like she'd done anything wrong, though she was entirely aware of all the wrongs she could do. "And its pretty."