Deepwood Weald I'll unwrap my fingers, free my foot and run away

"no" it took a moment of thinking, and it wasn't exactly true, but he hadn't, not really. she shifted again, careful not to touch her paw to the ground this time. "here and there, a bit, but I probably deserved it." their's was a weird relationship, not friends, not enemies, but two wolves who's paths seemed destined to intertwine every so often, as if the ropes of fate had gotten tangled, knotted. each time, it was hard to tell who was at fault, who was saving who. complicated was a perfectly apt description of what their brief and clashing history was.