Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

She noticed his change in demeanour. How could she not? He sure wasn't subtle with the sudden lapse in his cooler composure, and Cèilidh's mouth brightened with the tiniest twitch of a smile. Nervous, in his long silence. Not entirely sure if she had said too much, what to do herself...

Good thing Mal continued on, sidestepping whatever that had been, to plunge back into something concrete. Though, what he offered didn't shed much hope on his situation. And y'know, with what little she knew of him, she really wasn't all that surprised that even the wolves he had managed to carry out with him were on the block to leave. But still, she wondered why. What could have made a whole pack turn against this boy? Neglect him so poorly? Be blind to the ways they were so hurting their own? What kind of family did that?

She failed to question, of course, whether he was giving the full, unbiased story. Whether the problem wasn't in the perceived abuser, but in the proclaimed victim himself. And one night, she would return to the conversation of this day - but for now, she simply didn't even know how to handle what he had told her, and her compassion spoke before her sensibility could counter against what her heart had already decided to do.

"Well, trying doesn't mean you've given up." She said, and now it was her time to awkward shuffle her paw across the ground. "And - well, if you're still trying, it sounds like you could use a few more paws around. To help, y'know. With winter's coming, and spring after that... I don't have a pack to call home, either," and she finally looked at him again, and assumed he would simply understand what she was asking him here --

And was this crazy? Yeah, probably - but she had left the coast to find herself, and in searching, she had found this boy. So maybe this was crazy, but maybe this was the exact place she was supposed to be. She really didn't know. At least it was up to the boy to decide that now.