Running up that hill

Noor couldn't have said if she'd have given anything to find Fable again or to never have to darken the woman's doorstep ever again. Irony being she didn't have to give up much, just her home, her whole family, the only life she'd ever known and any wolf she'd once thought she cared for...

So maybe it was a lot. It was a mixture of elation and deep dread that rushed through her at the all too familiar voice. It had to be when she'd beefed it and eaten a good amount of dirt didn't it? Not that she probably looked all that great besides that. Turning her head so she could see the woman it was almost like instinct: "Hey gorgeous." Noor gave Fable a grin. Her usual charm undercut by how gaunt she looked, and the grimace of pain that came over her face as she twisted to pull her paw free. In truth there was a million things she wanted to say, wanted to ask how she'd got here, if she was safe, how she'd been. She also wanted to confess to everything. Instead she fell back behind the easiest mask. "I had hoped our reunion would involve less showing my ineptitude."

"Speech"