Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

She was growing comfortable enough to not wince after each stutter. As she would talk it would slow as it always did. However, that didn't mean she forgot it entirely.

Her ears fell backwards at his words as she studied the ones on the moor, and it caused a blooming ache near her chest. She knew how they felt. Though she did have a better time of things now. To think just moments ago, she was thinking of disappearing. That seemed unfair to her pack mates now.

She looked at him, her gaze a little vulnerable. Growing up, I was the ones on the moor. Moor. Just sister Anja and me. Me. Then we came here. Here and Anja disappeared. Left me. Me. So then I had another friend, but he left me to. To.

She studied the trees around them. But I am hopeful. Hopeful. And I have a pack now. Now. To help me. me.

She smiled shyly. What about you? You?