The young girl was pretty interested in what the stranger had to say, though she truely had no interest in the matter at all. It was so weird hearing someone else's voice, seeing a different face. Lel and Lian always chased them off before she got to have any fun...
"We have our own land." She stated trying to make him understand, or maybe just make herself understand that they had their own little pack. Their family pack. Though he understood that fine, she didn't truly understand what else a pack could be. "Lel brought a woman home but she left after she birthed my siblings." HA, "culture". Sometimes she couldn't even call Lel her father. But other times she couldn't not call him such. She couldn't forgive him not because he stole and raped an innocent woman, but because he let her leave the children behind. Better yet, he wanted the children.
After he stated how he wanted his father's attention and how family can't always be friendly, instantly she thought of Armai and Calder. "I hate my younger siblings." She could tell Lian all this day after day and night after night, but it felt different talking to someone else. Someone who didn't know her problems. Someone who wasn't expecting what her next sentence or next complaint was. Lian never whined about it but she knew he knew what she was going to say next. This man didn't.
He asked her if she had any questions and she didn't. Her life was pretty much summed up besides her recovering mother and her undying love for her brother. Hate the dad, hate the little babies. Hate, hate, hate; it was all that was coming out of her mouth.
