home is where the sleep is

She walked back to his bed again, seating herself defiantly on the floor beside it. Her eyes on the opposite wall instead of anywhere in his vicinity. His dismissal still bouncing through her thoughts. But she hadn't left, and he hadn't made her pay for that. She didn't want to leave, she'd missed him. She's sought him out the moment she knew he was home. She just hadn't expected the paths their conversation had taken.


It was easier to navigate this emotional bullshit if she wasn't looking at him. “You thought I'd tie myself to you to avoid rape or auction?” She whispered it into the room. “We have a name for wolves that do that. Tie themselves to a wolf to avoid pain. Pet.” Her muzzle twisted at the thought of those fawning bastards. “I don't believe there's freedom for wolves like me, and I won't be anyone's pet. I want to ask you to… I want to be selfish, and ask you to be my friend, even if it might cost you. I can be selfish, so I don't know why I can't with this.”