Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

He laughed softly at her quip, enjoying her quick wit. He didn’t offer one of his own back to her, though. He allowed her room to speak her mind, and she eventually took the space to do so.

Fig listened quietly as she spoke of two girls, one following in the footsteps of the other and feeling out of place because of the differences between herself and her predecessor. He suspected he knew who this girl in the story was, though his companion clearly didn’t feel comfortable naming herself as such. But that was alright, Fig could do it for her.

”So if I’m understanding right, your friend—let’s call her… Sunflower—is feeling insecure that, in the eyes of her pack, her own character and abilities won’t measure up to… how about we call her Tulip?” Fig asked.