Arrow Lake my fairy companion

So his pack lands were near. Making a mental note, the little red wolf wondered if she would ever become a part of his pack. Furtively, she looked at his face from the corner of her eyes. His blue eyes were her favorite features. They seemed deep like the pools of her forest home, which seemed to reflect more of the beholder than to reveal anything about themselves. It was odd, because she felt she could see herself more clearly in those eyes, more clearly than she ever cared to see; and for some inexplicable reason, she felt the urge to tell him things. Her feelings confused her and had been part of a series of changes she was only somewhat conscious of. His sudden movement scared her, and she jumped a little again, only to immediately scold herself for doing so. She could not help her reflexes, but she still felt responsible for disciplining them. The big black wolf showed off his healing scars, and she could not help but take a tentative step forward to examine them with wide eyes. Yes, they seemed to be all right. Nothing too serious like his other scars seem to portray. As he spoke, she listened in silence, and it was only a few moments afterwards that she replied. "It hurts," she said in the smallest of voices. "My heart hurts. I always knew this about myself, but that night in the forest--I was reminded of how utterly selfish I am." Perhaps her vulnerability was the greatest jab she could ever make in return.