home is where the sleep is

She let her breath slight from her nostrils in a gust like a bull, Wilder turned from her. Quieter and smaller now, less frightening. She didn't want to go. She was mad at him, but she was also confused and lost and she didn't know where to go from here. She wanted to be his friend, not a sort of friend and maybe one if she gained her freedom. He was someone she could chat with and be silly and not afraid. And truthful with… sometimes. When she could find the strength.


She clenched her teeth, staring at his tail. “I don't want to wait till some maybe but probably never freedom to be your friend. I… value who you are, and I don't want to lose it. But more than that, why does everyone seem to think if I achieve this elusive freedom the first thing I'll want to do is tie myself to someone?” The last words were a very soft breath. “Maybe I just want to be free, and I don't that to cost me you and Oleander. “