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03-29-2013, 08:48 PM

This growl she recognized as being directed at her, a lash out against the female that sat uncomfortably beside him. This was interesting night, to say the least. Actually, it was a good deal more than interesting. Sheylie wasn't entirely sure how she felt about this, in all honesty. She had missed Frayer, she had to admit. But this was not how she had anticipated their first meeting being. Actually, she hadn't expected to meet him ever again. It was . . . weird. Not necessarily in a bad way. Though she wasn't sure she appreciated this whole being quiet thing.



It let her thoughts wander far too much. She couldn't keep them focused on one thing, and in the silence she found her thoughts chasing themselves in circles, always coming back to the one thing that she was trying to ignore; how she felt about the male next to him. How did she feel about him? Angry, obviously. But that anger was fading. Sheylie had never been able to stay angry for long, and she had been angry at him for longer than she had been angry with any other wolf. And so the anger was fading, leaving her with . . . something else. A mixture of happiness and sadness and something else altogether. All of the emotions that she had tried to ignore for so long after that whole drowning incident had come rushing back, hitting her like a tidal wave.



And honestly, Sheylie wasn't too interested in sorting through her feelings right then. There was nothing better to do though, so in the silence that followed her comments, she worried at these thoughts like a dog at a bone. Why was she happy to see Frayer? He had made her life a living hell. Heck, he'd made her whole pack's life a living hell. Yet here she was, feeling strangely content in his presence. What was wrong with her?



Maybe it was nothing at all. Or maybe she felt more strongly for the wolf next to her than she realized. Even in the silence, even knowing he was angry with her and wished nothing more than for her to leave, she was oddly content. Her anger was vanishing, as much as she tried vainly to cling on to it, to not let it escape her, and it left her sitting in an uncomfortable silence. The righteousness of it was gone and now it was merely a silence that had stretched out for too long.



Half a dozen words sprang to mind, things that she could say to the wolf beside her, but the female bit her tongue on them, fixing her gaze on the rain and refusing to look at Frayer. That was until he spoke, at least. His sudden words had her turning to glance at him, head tilting slightly to the side. "Frayer..." The words came slowly at first, then tumbled out of her like a rushing river, "Look, I have something to say." Something that she had wanted to say for a long time. Something that she hadn't thought she'd ever be able to tell him. "When our pack decided to drive you out... I didn't speak out against it. And I'm sorry. I should have. I'm sorry..." There. And that was something she had wanted to say since the day he left. Even through the anger, that had been there. And now it was finally out in the open.



Whatever he had to say was forgotten for the moment as Sheylie waited to hear what he would say. Surely he would drive her out now.



"Talking!"