Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

The girl disliked to hear that the male thought she belonged here. She could make it her finding piece to prove that she didn't belong here. Though, somehow that felt like a lot of effort. She still needed to bourn the loss of what happened, still needed to process it all. Maybe she needed to get to terms with what she lost, all she lost, not just her father, before she could continue to live her life, as broken as it was.

"Do you think father left me on purpose? Answer honestly," she questioned him, Cicero would give an honest answer. He missed her father too, he said so. Perhaps Cicero was her only friend in this pack. The others all seemed to hate her father. She wanted to know that answer because if he hadn't left her on purpose but because of other reason she might be able to accept the fact that he left her. She might believe in a better world where her father needed to be happy. Maybe then she could find happiness too.

"I don't care about the others," she huffed. "They are all fake. Only care about themselves, and who can even blame them?," she let out bitterly.