Haunted Wood I know there’s no saving us now

She nodded curtly.
Connie certainly didn't take any chances.
Of course not, she'd not really had a family, no pack. She'd lived alone for so long.
Did she feel like Vanity once had?

But then she questioned her words.
A state? Did she not know?
"A mess. He was never clean. Always covered in spit, blood, and mud," a soft smirk, "it wasn't a look."
Maybe it was hereditary. Maybe Connie would become a slob like Venny.
If so it wouldn't be too hard to find her siblings if that's how they all kept themselves.