Haunted Wood every atom of my blood

he yells, and runs, and she does not follow. she watches him go, and when he is gone, makes herself small. she does not know where she went wrong. maybe it is her—maybe she is wrong. she wants the easy relationship she had with Scylla, with Cass. she pushes a paw into the snow, replaying again what had just occurred. this was not the place for games, or friends. she was not the type of person that had friends. she was wrong.

"shut up." she mumbled, under her breath. she couldn't be wrong, not when she was all she had. and so it was friends that were wrong, games and sisters and all the like. she was fine.

and yet that did not explain the shame that followed her when she drifted in the opposite direction he'd run.