Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Even with her sister, who she loved so so much. An unhealthy type of love, the kind that made her wish to do nothing, but be with her. To do as whatever her sister had asked. Because she needed her, and she had told herself, Anja needed her too. But that had been a lie, perhaps Anja had loved her in her own way, maybe she had needed her, but not anymore. But even before then Ink felt alone. Lucius had helped to heal that balm a little, but then he too started not needing her. After she helped him learn to fish, and hunt. He no longer needed her.

She smiled at him, albeit a bit sadly. It's okay. Okay. I just realized. Realized. I am what someone needs for a time. Time. Then when I can't help them anymore. Anymore. They go. Go. But at least I am needed for those few times. Times. It will be enough. Enough. Det er nok

Her own language dancing gently there. Repeating the mantra to herself with her tongue.

She nudged him with he nose in the side and smiled. You will get there. There. Perhaps this pack you speak of? Of? Perhaps it isn't the right place for you? My old pack was not the right place for me. Me. Though it was a much different circumstance. Stance.

I just learned to take life slowly. That it is okay. Okay. For me to be okay and sometimes not okay. Okay. It is okay, not to be okay Merry. Merry.