Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

it hung heavily on the heart of neon to hear that home was not an inviting place for inkeri. neon must be lucky then, as most wolves she had gotten to exchange words with appear to come from complex backgrounds. perhaps she ought to be more thankful for her parents simply liking her (rather than being frustrated with their constant nags of her becoming better).

the mention of a sister, beloved by inkeri it seems, helps sway the conversation a little. "i hope you will embrace her again soon."  neon had too many siblings to keep track of in her head, none of which she remembered being particularly close to. but maybe one day she would learn the importance of having a close familiar connection like inkeri does to anja.

a deep breath leaves her body, thinking and pondering as the meat breaks down within. "where does inkeri go now, after this?"