The Heartwood primadonna girl

she perks when he tells her he's left like her - perhaps it was a coyote thing but the girl could never quite grasp the shape of family, never felt interested in legacy. maybe this pale-throated boy can understand, as she's been frustrated frequently by the insistence of others on the importance of attachment. witchbaby's only wanted attachment once, and. well. 

"that's the same as everywhere," she tells him with a laugh. "i got stuck in a big storm comin' here - not snow, but.. still." her voice wavers slightly on the edge, a half pitch low, but the starlet recovers. "y'left your family?" she asks, invested much more in his potential similarities to her wandering spirit than the presence of packs, where were silly wolf-politic things she never much saw a point to while she moves on her own.