Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

She wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to be fully confident again. Would it take days? Months? Years? She hoped for the latter but was truly unsure of how it would all pan out. As Wildfire bumped her shoulder, she smiled in appreciation of the gesture. She was not a clingy wolf by any means but, at this time, she felt the need to linger near.

Her ears flattened slightly as Wildfire began to speak, a frown settling heavily. “He’s always been… off.” she remarked, struggling a moment to find the right words.  Goliath was a strange wolf, but, before her dunking she had never been fully aware of the ugliness that loomed under his rugged exterior. But she did not elaborate on the point. Instead, she focused on what Wildfire said and felt her jaw slack at what she had been offered.

“What happened to you?” she asked quickly before adding a much calmer: “I mean, you don’t have to share if you don’t want.”