Sleepy Fox Hollow sharp

praimfaya replies that blackfeather doesn't sound like a very good place at all, and in a moment, her regrets about bringing it up vanish. it's a relief to know she doesn't have to be the only one feeling the way she does about the woods. she smiles, and dips her head in agreement. 

praimfaya's following explanation prompts an "oh! that's cool." she means it; and though she's never heard any from blackfeather call themselves that, it might just be because she's so good at avoiding them. she is relieved to hear, however, that she isn't trespassing. claiming an entire mountain range is impossible, and when the girl clarifies, moonshine smiles, a little abashedly. "it sounds exciting, living with them." she offers. 

but her courage is faltering, and the thought of her packmates somehow realizing that her repeated sneaking out means she isn't like them, doesn't belong (if that isn't obvious enough already) is pressing. besides, praimfaya is cool and put together and sharply pretty, all the things she isn't and wants desperately to be. "I should get back," she admits, "but thanks-" for sharing her opinion about the woods? answering her stupid questions? not treating her like dirt? she rethinks her last words. "it was great meeting you."