Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

Irene chuckled, a low, melodic sound as she watched Hokulani roll onto her side, her energy infectious. Oh, I get it, she said, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Some grouchy wolf barking orders at you? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. You’d have the poor soul running for the hills before the first moonrise.

She shifted her weight, stretching her legs out in front of her and letting her tail curl lazily around her side. But companionship? Now that’s a good reason she agreed, her tone softening as her gaze flickered briefly to the snowy horizon. Someone who knows you, who lets you be yourself without trying to rein you in. I can see why you’d stick around for that. There was a soft tinge of sadness that clung to those words, a longing she dared to vocalize but one that crept into her steel boxed heart.

Her smirk returned, sharp and teasing, as she tilted her head toward Hokulani. Control, though? That’s the real kicker, isn’t it? Irene tapped a paw against the snow for emphasis, her grin widening. It makes all the good intentions seem wicked. Hard to find a pack who is at least honest when they are going to screw you over.