Blackfeather Woods kid, you'll move mountains

The girl battered her pale eyes up at the female when she spoke once more before focussing her attention back on her tail. She lifted it and deemed it a right color, and the right amount. She pushed herself to her feet and kept her tail lifted from her hindlegs so the paste could dry. She did not feel like she could talk to Nemesis, though she was surprised that the female and her sharp tongue were not lashing out at her.

The girl noticed that Nemesis looked heavier. How badly she wanted to snap to her face that she wouldn't be a replacement for her mother either. How she was not any different from Malice or what she made her out to be. She felt hollow, and she missed her father. Her eyes were not as bright either. She decided if she just could walk out now, and leave Nemesis here without another word? She turned her face away from the other and then turned to the bed of mosses and leaves she made. She slumped on it with her back to Nemesis.

She is a bit unstable I am afraid...