Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

Have you found much yet?

...Ha

This is my greatest find yet. She'd murmur with an inkling of humour lacing her low tone, she lifted the rabbit by its ears in display. We didn't come to a deal. Not quite the client I was looking for.

God, maybe she was losing her mind. He envied this. Her drive, as if it was not a facade, her determination, as if it were anything other than some last ditch attempt to cling to everything she knew she'd lost. Purpose, as if she really had any aside from being someone else's tool to wield.

..I've heard howls up here. I hope to meet the wolves that live here. Maybe find some place where the silence is less... gnawing. What about you? You envy determination and drive, have you got none yourself?