Redhawk Caldera I'll just mix 'em in my drink

She'd forgotten how little he spoke.  Or maybe she'd never realized it because on a normal day, she'd have been talking enough for the both of them.  Silence had never really been a thing she was comfortable with, at least not when she was in the company of others.  She always had a compulsive need to try and fill it.

Every question she could think to ask about that involved something she didn't really want to elaborated on.  It had probably been a stupid question to ask; usually wolves didn't leave a place for good reasons.  We thought it would be safer.

I remembered you talking about how much you loved it here.  Maia said quietly.  I'm glad I get to see it.  It wasn't how she'd have chosen, and if she could do it over she'd certainly have turned around and gone home, come back another day.  Now that she was here she'd hold onto that silver lining for dear life.

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