Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

She finds more comfort in Ruenna's description of Kavik than anything else; were it any other wolf, the words might not be as reassuring, but the former Beta has gained her trust rather quickly. She's silent for a few beats after the woman finishes, contemplating what she'd said. From her experience, it easily seems like it could be true. Wariness still grips at the edges of her thoughts, but she allows herself to feel some relief at the knowledge.
He is... kind, She murmurs in hesitant agreement, gaze trained on the ground. One side of her mouth curves in a wry half-smile a moment later as she adds: And very sorry. She finds it more difficult to blame him with each passing second — hadn't her heat affected her just as much? The bitterness lingers still, but she finds it muted for now; there are certainly worse men than Kavik.