Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

Sadey could tone it down she supposed, but why bother? If he couldn't handle what she had to offer and say, then he didn't need to talk with her anyway. That's how she saw it. And she wasn't certain she could either. She had always been this way.

Sadey smiled. How distant is distant? We are canines you know. 

Sadey frowned at his next words and sighed. Me too, Lestan, me too. she thought of her home. Though it hadn't been perfect, full of dust and violence. There had been happiness there. There had been love there. Sure most would probably scoff how could a wolf the likes of this she witch love anyone, but she had. With everything.

She shook her head. I'm just fine.

Sadey frowned. Not entirely sure. Some roun these parts. Some still back home. Some probably cold and dead.