pure sweet violent hearts

Bhreac smiled, wagging her tail though she stopped shy of laughing when his somewhat less than convincing enthusiasm gave way to what seemed like genuine pleasure at the thought of having better access to food. It was just so funny and sort of... stereotypically male of him. Despite that, she could relate to wanting to have a purpose again. 

It wasn't like she planned to get some kind of divine summons or holy mission upon joining a pack again, but she missed having a routine. She missed having others to hunt with, having things to strive to. She had felt like she'd been doing nothing but talking for days on end now, which really wasn't her thing. When she'd lived at home, she'd been able to keep her peace when it suited her, because she wasn't worried about making a good impression, or about sussing out whether or not somebody was a threat. Perhaps what she missed most about home was sitting, or walking, or running in comfortable silence with somebody else.

"It'll be nice, I think," Bhreac agreed, "after we get used to it, maybe. If you've been on your own for a year, do you not have — not have a family?" After a beat, she realized what a horribly insensitive question that was, especially given that she'd feel uncomfortable if the question were directed at her, and cringed. "I'm sorry, that was super rude."