Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

His words made her shrink, the sting of rejection gnawing at her heart. I guess even lonely wolves don't want me, she thought, a bitter edge to her sadness. She offered Wake a small, weary smile and murmured, That's alright. I'm sure I'll figure something out eventually, just as you will. You seem the capable sort.

She tried to sound encouraging, but the effort felt hollow, the bone-deep weariness clinging to her soul like a shroud. With a small shake of her head, she tried to dispel the dark thoughts, unwilling to let them poison this fleeting moment of companionship. She wanted to hold onto it, to savor its warmth before solitude reclaimed her once more.