Just kept coming apart

*Luck* · 08-10-2015, 02:35 PM

Luck’s own guilt at refusing to fight could not be justified, she did not have a decent reason that she could think of for hiding from the scuffle. Certainly at first she could have said it was because the raiders had chosen to attack at night and she had been asleep, but the sounds of conflict had eventually breached the peace of the night and she had huddled, frightened in her den. It didn’t matter that she was small or untrained in combat she couldn’t seem to shake the idea that she ought to have been there.

Certainly she should have faced down those that would steal from them and harm them as a pack and fought against them, right? These thoughts drove her forwards at a furious pace, propelling her through the pack lands as if attempting to outrun her guilt. The girl slowed only when a familiar scent hit her and Luck stopped for a moment. Bright blues scanned for her brother, finally spotting his dark shape she approached him.

She could not guess at the feelings he held but what she knew for certain was that she needed to confide in someone. “Hey.” She called softly, though loud enough he should hear her. There was a slight waver to her sweet voice, an ever so subtle crack.

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