Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

She was glad that she could be there for him. Being a soldier took tolls on the mind that outsiders could never understand. Aquene herself did not fully understand as she’d had the luxury of never stepping into such a role. The strict regiment instilled certain thoughts, and rule breaking brought the worst mental punishments in addition to the physical… it made them effective, but at a cost. Combat had caused terrible side effects, nightmares that would linger for days, driving wolves to insomnia, times where they couldn’t remember they weren’t in the fight anymore.
 
She had seen so much, and her goal was to spare the soldiers in Mereo of the same fate, to help them in ways that they had never been allowed before perhaps. He rested his head atop hers and she let her eyes close for a second, the presence comforting as he simply processed what she had said. It was, perhaps, unsolicited advice, but in her den she found that unsolicited advice was usually the most needed as well… and she would not let herself regret giving it in the first place.
 
The question came and she shifted slightly to look at him. “Time… reminding yourself that your past demons don’t define you, that other’s actions are not your fault, and working to be the wolf you want others to see in you… it requires being at peace with yourself and coming to terms with the circumstances you’ve had to live through… it is not easy… I myself have not managed it yet… but it is a path worthy looking down.”

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