Sun Mote Copse Like the records I'm playing, they might keep you waiting

Weejay glanced between the two adults in disbelief.

Who the hell were they fooling? Were adults always this obtuse?! She couldn't wrap her mind around the disconnect -- here were two wolves whose worlds were clearly lightened by one another -- why weren't they just saying how they felt?! Their responses seemed so stifled -- so unreal -- that Weejay's brow furrowed and her jaw grew slack with growing frustration.

It was not in her nature to be uncharitable, but both of these adults would have done themselves a better kindness by being honest and communicating -- by trying to spare each others' feelings they did neither party any favors. Weejay could see this, and she was staggered by the ineffectiveness of the adult mind.

She bit back her tongue despite her frustration, allowing both a chance to say what they really felt. When neither did (DISAPPOINTING!!) Weejay looked to her paws in troubled silence. She didn't care about her garden growing back -- she cared about her father and Maia, and how they both couldn't see the forest for the trees. She let out a lengthy sigh but kept her counsel to herself. "We will miss you." Weejay repeated softly, sitting by Eljay and feeling overwhelmed by the inability to express ones' emotions honestly and without hurt.