not one bit [aw]

Forsaken would let out a laugh at her words of disgust. “Perhaps I am but the fool to cling to them so. But ah, such is family. I suppose I can find a middle ground for them. We are a curious lot and if it means gathering together once in a while for the means of a greater good so to speak I’ll allow the temporary cut of my freedoms. I’ll gain them back.” Forsaken was unshaken by her own outburst.

The man would listen as she spoken on. Hunger had been the worst horror, and it was true. An empty, gnawing gut could cut the spirit of any wolf, male or female. The brute would give a slow nod, speaking his own piece. “Yes... Though it can teach you a good manner of things as well.” The man would let his gaze wander again. “Though in a sense is it not lonely? Not having someone with you to share these places with?” He would chuckle softly.

“I suppose this is but another reason I allow my family to bond me.”