Witch's Marsh Firework!

she was partly right, then, and yet was still glad when Engel changed the subject. she was glad for him, but the topic felt a little bit like quicksand - she was utterly nervous that she'd say something wrong. he moved next to the topic of Easthollow, and for a moment, she paused.

she'd had her doubts about Valette, and for a creature who sought the approval and happiness of its master, not knowing just how she stood in the alpha's eyes weighed on her. shifting, she spoke after a moment of thought, not sure how she wanted to broach the topic. "I'm not sure what Valette thinks of me. she doesn't want to eat me, which is good, but I'm not sure she - she accepts me, really." She was fine being murdock's sheepdog, in truth, but she could not shake some heavy feeling.