Stone Circle Branches were sewn by the color of green

She did a wonderful job at containing her continued suspicions and fears regarding the pack. Of course if he could read her mind he would know that she wasn't nearly as calm as he was now thinking. But, that wasn't a skill he possessed and so he was left fumbling around with a response to her question. A small scoff left his lips, he had already admitted to them so he gave her a nod while he continued to collect his thoughts. Siarut was in a more secure position that she was, he felt safe within the confines of the territory, he wondered if lowering his guard would help her do the same.

"Many who pass through Easthollow have traumatic pasts. I am no different." Siarut conceded. "They aren't as frequent as they used to be, but..." He trailed off slowly, eyes finally seeking out her own pale blue. "But they linger, even during the day." It had taken him a long time to come to terms with the fact they he would be haunted by his mistakes and his fails for the rest of his life. His mental stability a constant battle.