Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

Maia had met the Moonspear wolves once, and thought the world of them. Then she'd met them again.... starving, desperate, and they'd turned on her rather than offer her a part of their food.  They'd only been defending their kill in a famine, but it wasn't something easily forgotten, and Maia found herself agreeing wholeheartedly with Wraen's assessment.  Maia definitely didn't consider them friends.  Plus, how they'd met her, after Charon... 

Yeah, She said, confirming that she knew the two had gone.  After that, she thought while Wraen spoke, trying to listen but at the same time feeling herself get a little distracted with how fast this was.  She'd figured she'd have a little more time.  But then again, what would time do?

Some wolves just weren't made to settle down, and right now, it was tempting for Maia to give up and assume she wasn't one of them.  It was easier than being hurt, easier than proving that she wasn't good enough for anyone to love the way she desperately wanted to be loved.  She'd fallen, time and time again, and time and time again they'd disappeared.  Or chosen elsewhere.

Where you go, I go, she answered with a smile.  I'm totally down for road trip part two!!  Last time was great.  Their travels had been fun, and Maia had been antsy for a while after joining here.  She couldn't really ever see herself being happy in a place her sister didn't also call home.

Just... have to figure out how to tell them, she added, with a slight anxious twinge.  Ooooh, these conversations were never fun.