There was a time when she wished she could be a part of a pack. Being considered lower than an Omega, even though she had Alpha blood, was a painful thing for her to naturally accept. She wanted to take full part in everything that the pack offered. She wanted to be with peers, be a part of all the important things that qualified her to be a full-fledged member of the pack. When she was a pup, her Mother was the only one that attempted to treat her like she was normal and okay. Even as a child, she could pick up on her Mother's worry when her green eyes fell on her. She couldn't understand just why the others looked at her as If she were this terrible thing, even when her own mother looked at her- there was a mixture of anxiety and fear. It was until the accident occurred was when the pack decided to unleash whatever pent up hate and frustration they had on her. Father included and encouraged such actions to take place. There was nothing she could do to stop it. The idea of being part of a new pack was once a delightful imaginary wish that only a foolish pup would conjure up. Yet now, she was older and she was used to being on her own for so long now. The idea of being in a pack, once something she desired, was now something she wasn't so sure that she wanted. If her own blood pack could abuse her and treat her poorly- then how could she learn to trust those that did not share her blood and be a member of their pack? It was a complicated issue for her to cope and reason with. But...that hidden desire remained under lock and key.

"There is no need for food, just company."

Her head would shake from side to side with disagreement to what the girl was offering. She could hunt on her own just fine, and although extra food would be nice, she could cope. Having a sister pack that threw money at you to go way did have its benefits. All she desired from the fox-girl was company. Living in a house was painful enough, but to roam through the corridors alone, to sleep where nothing makes a sound was quite agonizing to experience. Sure there were nights when she sought out the company of the spotted feline, sleeping within the warehouse owned by the male that shared the same species as her. The only use she had to the feline was to assist him on hunts and be around for company, doing whatever sort of entertainment he wanted be that harassing those that worked in the warehouse or playing one of his silly antics. He was what helped bring out a playful side, a side that she was able to bring out before. Even though she was confused on the idea of joining a pack, unsure if it would be a good thing or a bad thing, it didn't really hurt to have some sort of company. Especially when she would be among another that shared a similar path.

"You don't have to, but if you feel like it, that is fine."

Her shoulders would move up and down in an indifferent way. She hardly cared whether the girl wanted to assist in the reconstruction of the upper floors. It needed to be done anyways. She wasn't proud of her episodes, but she knew if she were going to continue to allow someone else to live here she would have to lock it down and take the steps forward to stop it. That started with fixing up everything she broke, giving herself a fictional clean slate. Her head would tilt to the side taking a note in how the woman stood, her form carrying an air of confidence as her depressed blue-grey eyes met the dark blues of determined eyes. The curly-haired woman couldn't help herself, as she rose to her diminutive full height, a dark flicker in her eyes flashed as a steady firm voice broke out.

"My pack is dead, no one wants me, no one wants to hurt me, but you....your Dad he...won't get you. Promise."

At this point in time she decided she would protect the girl. Why she would want to do such a thing, especially when they were not pack, was difficult to understand or describe. No one else would hardly understand what they both went through and lucky for them, they didn't have to explain much to one another. It was understood and there was no need to speak of the past. She had no threats. There was no one in her pack hunting her down. She was free. The fox girl, however, was just now stretching her freedom and she would do everything in her power to keep it for her. Crossing her arms she would turn away, looking out the window above the sink, focusing on the waning moon outside, mutter softly, a question she had asked herself on just what she was going to do to overcome this internal suffering.
"How? I see it, I feel it, all the time."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven