Haunted Wood To make myself feel better

Why isn't it fair? asked Lilitu. To ask him to move? Mama and Papa moved us around all the time. Isn't that just what wolves did? Seemed to her like the solution was easy—and from her biased perspective, Brecheliant was a heck of a lot better than most other places out there.

She drew her paw along the ground, slowly, pensively. I don't want you to leave, she said, her own selfishness rearing its head. You're too nice and fun. If you go, I'll barely have anyone to talk to. Well, Wraen's here, but she's older and so smart—um, not that you're not smart, you're just—younger. . .

Younger, more like a sister. Like the sister that's gone forever now—

Lilitu broke off with an exasperated sigh. Sorry. I'm just sick of everyone leaving. So I think you should stay.