Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

sorry i've been cooking this one up

She busied herself. When that vacancy had opened up, she made sure to quickly fix it, find others to fill that void because she had no idea how to be alone. She lashed out when she was alone. Hurt others, and hurt herself. She faltered, the consequences of being more feral than not.

But nothing could be done to change what had already past, she knew that. This was not a physical wound to be mended, and though she considered herself a greater doctor than time, perhaps it was best to let time take this one over. She thought instead of being here now. She'd been in yellowstone before, did any of it mean something? Or was it just a long trail of broken places she'd leave in her wake?

Claws that dig so deep also tear.

She disliked this. The guilt, she felt guilt—why did she feel guilt? Her facade of playful indifference cracked; A crazed look flashed across her eyes, far away, and yet soul-piercing; aimed blankly ahead. Everything was only shapes, reduced the basest of terms because that made it easier to live with. Irrationality ate away at the corners of her mind and she failed to resist the idle shake of her paws. Was it about her brother? Or about her own increasingly fragile place in the world? She breathed out a few half-laughs as her digits flexed against the earth. That madness always found her, no matter where she was.

She did not want space. She wanted the absence of it. Perhaps it was bold, then again, when had she not been, but she leaned into him, enveloped in that shadow, seeking a comfort unspoken. He made it easy with his thoughtful hum and soft sincerity. Maybe.

She had found some form of kinship. In him. In Dreven. It's.. better here. I didn't even know there were better places before. She scoffed at her own ignorance, not that it could've been helped at the time. What about you? You don't have siblings, y'don't keep anybody close... You owe me more secrets. She perked her ears, flipped the switch of existentialism to casual intrigue with a quick shake of her head, as if it were all a game.