Phantom Hollow It's been a little cold and not outside

It should be possible for things to get better, should being the key word there. But she was far too cynical at this point to think that things getting better was at all possible. From what she had seen so far, things were just always going to be different degrees of shitty. Yeah, same here, she replied, when he stated that he'd take tolerable and alive. She guessed things had been tolerable for the most part, with intermittent times of just fucking terrible, but she was definitely happy to be alive. The memory of her dad, his eyes vacant and his blood everywhere flashed into her mind then along with the way his grave always made her feel so hopeless. She pushed the memories away before they could sour her mood anymore than it already was. 

The forest he described sounded nice. She especially liked the bit about how isolated it seemed, at least that was what she concluded when he said not many wolves lived there. It sounded like there had been some issues with neighbors lately, but that didn't diminish her interest. She was no stranger to discord. Food was scarce everywhere it seemed, but surely it wouldn't stay that way forever, and if his forest would eventually have an abundance of prey, then that was even better. Her face wrinkled in thought for a few moments as she decided how to word what she wanted to say. Well I could help you defend the forest, she offered with a shrug. For as long as she could remember, she had been told that she and her brothers were meant to take over Diaspora and protect their dream, so why couldn't she do the same thing somewhere else? I mean, if you need it, she quickly added, wanting to make sure there was no obligation on his part. She didn't need pity or handouts; she could make it on her own. But his forest sounded like a nice change of pace, and his outlook on life seemed to similar to hers, so they would probably get along okay.