Bearclaw Valley to bring a-, to string along!

twitch blinked at the enthusiasm, caught momentarily off guard by the sheer force of her excitement. everything? gods, she hoped not. her ears flicked back, but she couldn’t help the small, bemused twitch at the corner of her mouth.

the white she-wolf reeled herself back with a sheepish sort of grace, all warmth and bright-eyed sincerity, and twitch found herself at a loss for what to do with it. the woman was kind, genuinely. there was no pretense, no expectation lurking beneath the invitation, just the simple offer of companionship. it was a strange thing to be on the receiving end of. 

she hesitated at the prompt, her ears shifting back in thought. for a moment, she considered shrugging it off—giving some half-hearted, evasive response. But the truth of it was, she didn’t really know the answer herself. 

“dunno,” she breathed, “grew up nomadic. just... kept going ‘til I ended up somewhere that didn’t feel like shit.” a pause, then, more thoughtful: “figured it was worth sticking around this time.”  her tail gave a small, uncertain flick. it wasn’t poetic, and it wasn’t much of a story, but it was the truth, plain and simple.