Whitefish River Very scary doll

"Yes," she tried to keep the relief from her voice, and she managed, but a little glimpse of it could be seen flickering over her liquid amber eyes. "It's really nice," she assured Chusi. The Vale might be nothing like her old home, but it was beautiful, and although Genie had, before, thought nothing of it but a temporary home, a part of her wished her stay to become a little more permanent. She tossed the thought aside for the moment; she'd think more about it when she was alone.

"I don't mind," Genie told Chusi softly, reclining back on her haunches with a lazy smile. "Honestly. It's only one night, and...I'm kinda new to the Vale so I haven't really made friends yet." Even Rannoch, she wasn't sure he really counted as a friend just yet. She literally knew nothing about him. She knew more about Chusi than she did about the Alpha. "I probably know more about you than I do, them," she admitted to the girl, a bit embarrassed. "It's hard for me to make friends."

Like, really hard. Genie wasn't even sure how she managed to become somewhat friends with the charcoal yearling in first place. Were they even friends?