Sun Mote Copse inner gold

she considers meerkat's words, ear twitching as some winged insect or another brushed past it; not because she could hear it of course but because she could feel it.

brushing off her sister's mortification, she offers a small, reassuring smile. -it's alright, meer,- she signs, offering her sister a soft, affectionate bump of her muzzle.

-i was considering starting my own pack, some day,- she doesn't add that she'd asked their mother to get in on the adventure with her and had been understandably rejected. -it will be a long while before i am ready for that.- because it required her making bonds and relationships and teaching ptero and more importantly for her, a shit ton of trust.

trust for anyone that wasn't family was something she was very guarded with, because it had been broken time and again when she'd tried to carve her own path.

-if i ever am.- she adds, her internal monologue bringing to light all the obvious obstacles facing her. she doesn't add it to seek validation or reassurance: it is a simple stating of a fact. her disabilities didn't mean it was impossible but they definitely didn't make anything easy for her, either and with her own nature getting in her way ...

-i have no plans of leaving the copse anytime soon to pursue wayward dreams.- she seeks to assure with a grin.