Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

Repression of what had happened had worked for a time… but as the long year of solitude had dragged on after she’d fled the Trail… it became harder to ignore. It lingered in the back of her mind, left her with many sleepless nights as well. He could perform busywork to keep him at bay, but then he would never have any time to simply stop and breathe. She’d found it was an important aspect of life.
 
Her eyes softened, thankfulness in her eyes lingered at his kind words. It reminded her of the fact that he didn’t know about the things she had done. He didn’t know about the ways she had failed either. All of the wolves in Mereo trusted her to do right by them, to treat them… but the fact remained that she had failed once before with the wolf she had been closest to in life.
 
Her chest tightened at the idea of talking, and it was then that she broke their gaze, instead glancing at the ground with a soft frown on her features. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener… but I’m afraid I’m not very good as a talker as a result.” She admitted shyly, almost curling into herself as a result. “I don’t even know where to begin.” She confessed softly, letting the words linger within the walls of the cave she had so desperately clung to in order to avoid her own past.