Haunted Wood be strong sweet little one

Yes! she exclaimed, latching onto Vesper's idea. But when her sister backtracked, she, too, looked cowed. They were fools were thinking of anything else. Their lives were ruled by their elders; it would be forever before they could determine their own fate.

Her momentary hope faded, and her shoulders sagged, even as the other wolf offered soothing words.

I dunno, she mumbled, shaking her head. I mean, yeah. But. I hate it here. Everything sucks.

She hated to be so negative. She remembered a time where she wasn't so negative. She flattened out with a sigh, forelegs stretching out, nose laid upon her lanky ivory limbs in defeat. Love you, Ves, Blueberry replied, deep-set eyes rolling up to meet her sister's gaze.