Otatso Wetlands ii. pain and guilt

i did not get a noti for this, my dear! i am sorry!

perhaps this other girl was not as feral and unlearned as she was, but the silence that lapsed between them comforted reigi.  it was one thing to be accepted, and it was another to be understood.

she did not voice her discomfort as the groenendael worked the delicate matted mess at the back of her neck.  instead, she closed her eyes and pretended that she was somewhere else.  maybe back in bearclaw, but maybe wherever this girl lay her head at night, their two tiny forms nestled together in the most innocently intimate way.

an appreciative whine worked its way from her throat, but it seemed far away.