Otter Creek The Darkness Will Rise...

Suuuuure... *is leaving this open to interpretation because no OOC planning*

"No, I don't have a home," Nightwing replied, looking quite downcast. "No one wants me. Everyone... chases me out. Because of the Voices. Sometimes they take over my body and make me do things. I try... I try to stop it, but... Sometimes I just can't. I - I've hurt wolves before! I don't mean to! I don't..."

She had no idea why she was bearing her soul to this she-wolf. Perhaps it was simply that she reminded Nightwing of Mordred, who, out of all the Voices, was the most "motherly" to her. Something about Meldresi felt... calming. Soothing. Of course, Night was insane so there was no telling what she liked or didn't like about things.

"Do you have a home, Nightwing?" Meldresi asked, and the young she-wolf's head shot back up. "Are you offering me one? Do you live in a pack? Would they like me?" She took a step towards her. "Would you vouch for me? Can I live there?" The questions just kept coming unbidden from her mouth. It had been so long since she'd lived in a real pack. The idea both frightened and excited her.

QUIET, the Voices said, for she was talking too much, and she visibly flinched. "Sorry," she repeated. "I talk too much, I guess. The Voices say so." Afterwards she was silent, and looked down at her paws like a good girl, trying to sell herself so maybe she'd get to sleep feeling protected again.