Sun Mote Copse if heaven's grief brings hell's rain

Mara hadn’t expected the wolf to grow so comfortable in her presence - and vice versa. She mirrored his actions and sat down, and listened to his advice intently. Don’t let the down’s falter the ups. It repeated in her mind from the first time she said it, to when Chaska reminded her only hours ago. It felt so hard though, especially when there were no “ups”. 

She almost laughed again, he was right; you can’t expect the world to be gentle with you, for to her it practically never had. ”Why are you trying to help me?” The femme questioned, tilted her head and squinting in puzzlement. Her apologetic side peaked through again. ”N-not that I don’t appreciate it.” There was just some hope, despite her not knowing, that his response would restore some faith into this forever dimming reality.