Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

and, clearly, although she had not much of an ego, there was some remnant of what may have been one that the scarred man calling her strong was practically enough to have her grinning cheek-to-cheek. she would not shy away, would not turn her face, rather she would permit his view of just how appreciative she was of such a compliment. and it was true! rala thought herself to be strong - not the type to be insecure, afterall. but to have it confirmed was sweet. she found herself enjoying the company of this southern beau more and more, clearly portrayed by her tail swaying cheerfully behind her.

and! he was quick to shoot down any possible apology for her talkativeness. her heard beat like the thundering ocean waves within her chest, smile almost permanent, etched upon her maw. for a moment, it felt that it would never leave her. at least, not until this man, dolce, left her memory - and that would take quite a long while. i would talk until the snow would melt, if possible, rala breathed, shaking her head, and yet she clearly was not disappointed with herself, for if she was, she would not look so happy. so full of warmth, practically radiating it in a way that she had not been before.

what i am looking for, well - but should she tell him? it was harmless, she was in search of a husband. and typically she would not restrain information, but part of her felt suddenly worried ; a change in character. and so she would reign her thoughts in, and reconstruct her intentions for these lands, if only under the watchful, oaken eyes of this man. - i ... am not sure, yet, it was not a complete lie, and yet part of her soul hurt when she said it. although, she thought that if she was true, and told him of her search for a husband, he may find such a thing strange. a breath was drawn, then.

and because she could not hold her truth forever, she broke: i wish for a family of my own, she said. perhaps ... join a pack. make ... and snowwoman looked him from ear to claw, a faint smirk growing upon her features, full of laughter that she had yet to release, laughter that had been dying to come out over the years. ... friends. connections. i dislike being on my lonesome, and ... with a dry laugh:

the journey was hard.

suddenly thoughtful, she scanned his expression.

what of you? what do you search for?