Bearclaw Valley Pining

Her bluebell eyes lit up at the invitation. Ameline smiled pleasantly, glancing over to see how Milan seemed to pause for a moment, smiling down at her own paws. It was amusing to know that Milan had been drawn into a sweeping romance, so soon after finding a home. Heaven help the man should he ever betray her, and put tears in those blue eyes. 

Good, She said, with a nod and a relieved sigh. It'th been real good havin new memberth joinin' uth. Who'd a thunk, we go away to thome big pack hunt, an' come back with a pack," She marvelled at their good fortune. It'th a thtruggle, foundin' a pack, She admitted. Ethpecially when yuh hafta rely completely on meetin' the right kind of thtrangerth to grow your pack with. We've met the wrong kind, sure- mothtly wolveth that dethert the pack, or are wanted by thomeone elthe, tho...We try to give everyone a chanthe, but not all of 'em thtay, not all of 'em work out. I think with who we've got now, though, we thtand a pretty good chanthe. She admitted. Her brow lifted a moment later, surprised that she'd said so much about the struggles. She chuckled; Milan seemed a safe wolf- and an easy one- to talk to. 

I think we alwayth thought we wuh jutht gonna thuctheed right away, be total badatheth, form a mega-popular pack but...If I've learned anythin', it'th that thomethin truly good taketh time.