Lips like Morphine

"Actually, I'm rather new to ambition myself," she admitted with a stiff laughter. "It definitely takes a bit of getting used to." It seemed that nowadays there was always something to be done. Some goal to prove. Shaking her head as she remembered simpler days, the handsome woman saw reason to envy the scarred male. It seemed that Sitri's needs and wants were entirely basic. He wasn't worried about where he stood on the rungs of hierarchy let alone how he might continually advance. It was an existence that Cree missed more and more with each passing accomplishment. Somewhere deep down inside she knew that now that she had began it would never be enough. Until her dying day she would be trying, and that thought was rather haunting even now.

"Back home I was like you -content," it was a half truth considering her general social status, amongst the other DeForge's but she didn't feel like mincing words. "It was easy much easier than this -the constant contest." Dropping her eyes before placing them on the veteran wolf again, Cree swayed her tail gently before attempting to compliment him. "Then again, you look like you've already put in your fair share of effort. At least enough to get away with retiring from the rat race that the rest of us are stuck in."