Hushed Willows If hate is what fuels me, it feels great

Nova Rose gave the smaller man a warm smile, plopping her own hind end onto the earth below. Trick wasn't happy, that much she knew, but why was the question now. He didn't seem displeased to see her, however, and so she fixed him with her spectral eyes after a quick sweep of their surroundings to ensure privacy. 
          "Good evening Trick. I was planning for a walk, perhaps, to find a good drink, but you seem a little down. Wanna bitch about it to someone who could help?"
Even if her helping was simply letting him rant, or even ranting with him, or something like going for a walk or giving advice, Nova strove to feel useful once again. Tavi's repeated rejections and harshness still stung her heart, and with Warbone and Kunik both gone she found Trick the only real friend she had here, except maybe Teagan. Grace was her anchor to here anymore, for with the food her paws ached to go.