Firefly Ravine how lonely to be something nothing wants to kill

Ingram’s smile puts one on her features. It’s small and short lied, but it’s there. Her tail thumps a few times, too, and she glances down to see the paw print in the snow he left behind. For the time being she enjoys the ability to breathe without struggle, without feeling like her lungs have shriveled in size.
 
Maybe, if Arrille hadn’t turned his pack on her, she and Ingram could have been friends.
 
Furi begins to shuffle her front feet, disturbing the snow, but she sits upright. The urge to say something and fill the silence lingers but she can’t find the words. If she says anything, it’ll ruin what connection they do have. They’ll go back to hating each other. They’ll probably fight again. They definitely won’t be friends.
 
“Thanks,” she mumbles and quickly looks away.