Wapun Meadow be gentle as you tear me apart

she nods, her expression easing into one of sympathy, even if she still thought he might not entirely deserve such. it was hard to act indifferent, when she felt as if she could relate to him. she had no one up until recently. what a lonely life he must have. 

"i'm sorry to hear that," she murmured. earnest, gentle. she does feel bad for him, even if he proclaims he enjoys the loneliness. wolves are social creatures by nature; they aren't mean to be alone. that rule doesn't exclude him, either. 

"but...doesn't the loneliness get tiring?" a soft question. a chance to try and understand him, if he'd allow her such. because maybe then, she might just help ease that pain of his. no one deserves that desolate existence. "no one deserves a life of loneliness."

his gaze is uncomfortable, intense. she squirms beneath it, dainty paws shifting in the snow. she feels nervous again, having his attention. soft as a bunny. that does something funny to that fickle heart of hers. 

"i don't think i fit in with bearclaw. they're tough, a-and dedicated. and i am just...me." she admitted, a bit crestfallen. to be soft she thought was a wonderful gift; but the world is cruel, and softness will only bring her pain. "so i guess it's easier to distance myself."