Flycatcher Downs Love without complications galore

a frown had managed to worm its way across the bearclaw wolf's features. she despaired that wraen felt empty inside; to muster such words and breathe life into them by sharing them -- well, that spoke of just how heavily this lack of actualization must have been around wraen's neck.

she slowed her step and sighed. she was the last wolf anyone should take advice from - she was jaded, cynical, bitter and most times, just plain wrong - she had shut almost everyone out of her life save her family, and it was not a life she envisioned wraen would enjoy living. "no... i don't think you should take advice from me.. so... is your first step, find a mate?"