Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

The black femme winced as she stared into the trees, then drew in a sharp breath as she lifted her head, She seemed like she was hurt though there were no physical wounds and though she desperately wanted to look at him she could not bring herself too “I know that all of ‘this’ is something I’ve been missing since I was birthed, but it feels so alien to have it now.” She bite her tongue a moment making sure nothing come to the corner’s of her eyes,  Her voice was low and soft a whisper almost “I feel broken; I want pack, I need pack, I’m unsettled by the idea of pack, I’m unsettled by caring, I don’t know if the pack would accept me for me if they knew of the things I’ve done. The things I’ve had to do”

Abruptly she stood, head still low she offered him a half smile, gently ran her tongue over Derg’s scared ear then took off, running full out. Running from her words and her confusion, She’d not get far from those things but she would certainly try.