Broken Antler Fen A Saturday night kind of pink

Pearl giggled, amused and happily tired as she snuggled right back. She loved that she could have this close of a a relationship, physical affection and all. "You really do," she said, muffled through his fur, but full of admiration nonetheless. He was so full of love that it was really rubbing off on the kids, and she couldn't ask for anything better. 

She listened to his thoughts intently, pausing for a second or two to formulate a response afterward. "I also had high hopes for her," she said, wondering if he knew about her mental instability. She was admittedly wary of Liri going her own way from their pack, because this was the safest place she could be. "I think we're doing just fine, and we'll manage, like we always have. Wolves just have a tendency to wander and find their own way." Looking up at him, she smiled. "I honestly don't believe it's any fault of ours."