Black Morass sakoku

there were lessons in every moment. as the dark wolf spoke, satsu remained open to the possibilities, even if they were different from what she was raised to believe. maybe because of the difference. she had been in a bubble for such a long time. it was somewhat fitting that her journey would bring her not only a new home, but new way of thinking.

the thought of her family roaming the earth as spirits, corrupted or otherwise, was chilling rather than calming. still, the girl smiled. perhaps. i would like that to be true. she drew her attention away from the dark water, mud, and bone, to look upon the boy.

your friend the healer sounds wise. you are lucky to have known such a person.

satsu did not miss the sentiment within the words, the obvious loss that he had experienced. once a part of a pack and now, not. just like herself.

if you like, i could add their name to my thoughts, so that they might find their way to you again — or, um, whomever else you may have lost. it was only fair, she thought.