Phantom Hollow [m] destroy the middle

Atka remained silent as he spoke, humming as he preened at her fur. She took a moment to register his words, eyes opening to gaze at the somber forest around them. Her brow furrowed, she didn't know what she could offer this wolf other than herself, given that's what relationships are.

❝Just you,❞ Atka said, wondering if that would make any sense to him. ❝and I'm content with that anyways.❞

She finished her sentence referring to what he'd said previously. Atka would sigh again, face still wrinkled in an expression akin to worry.

❝It's not like you could bring me back to your pack.❞ She said, not meant to be a stinging comment, just a simple thought.

Perhaps he could, but she had a doubt he'd do so, that he'd stick to what he said the first time they met. Atka felt a lingering frustration at that, too naive to recognize that these wolves really were dangerous, believing that she could handle herself. Her attachment would probably lead to putting herself in danger.