Firefly Glen lights all over the world

Rouge went on to tell her story, and she nodded along in response, the words feeling familiar despite it not being her own tale. Maybe some wolves had had the luxury of a loving family with strong bonds, but many others did not. Miyako's parents had not completely abandoned them physically, but their emotional neglect had taken a toll on her and all of her siblings, one that would likely leave them with resentment for the rest of their lives.

"That sounds like a good arrangement you have with your pack now," she said mildly. "Lets you do your own thing without having to worry about starving to death in winter."

But her comfort soon faded as Rouge brought up. . .mother. Her lips drew up in a snarl again, as she struggled to find words to describe the only wolf she hated more than her stupid father. "My mother was useless," she snapped. "At least my father found us places to stay, and food on occasion. My mother came around once or twice a year to fuck my dad, have another litter, and take off with some other dude. He was obsessed with her, but the rest of us saw right through her." She looked away, eyes fixed on some unseen point in the forest. "I didn't shed a tear when she died."

Miyako looked back at Rouge, her anger fading after a few moments of stewing silence. "So, yeah, I guess you're right. We do have some things in common."