Even after eating such a small amount, she seems relieved. I wonder how long it has been since she even had such a small amount of food, how much her stomach must ache from days of attempting to digest nothing but itself. I wonder if I had ever been through something like this, before I made it to Moladion. Like my voice, my memories simply ceased to exist in this existence. I knew it was something bad though, it was an aching feeling in the back of my mind. I knew that the same thing that trapped my memories, also trapped my voice. Do I want to know then what happened, would it be worth the return of my voice? These questions had plagued me, maybe this was my own form of starvation.

I may not be the most social wolf at times, but I am by no means a cruel wolf. I'm kind whenever I interact with others and try to do the best I can. Sure i'm no hero or saint, i'm just me, but thats okay. The look of gratitude in her eyes is more satisfying to me than the rabbit would have been. This small act of kindness could have saved her life, and that made it worth it. Because no wolf deserved to suffer like she clearly has, only to die a lonely death.

She blinks at me as I motion my words. It must be strange having to listen with her eyes and not her ears, most wolves found it hard and annoying, so they disliked me. "No voice?" she says in shock, her voice so beautiful, like a songbird's. I'm almost entranced by her voice, how it is sweet to my ears like music. I quickly nod, to tell her she is correct in her words, that I had no voice, especially one not as pretty as her's.

I am happy when she goes back to eating, for I know today atleast that she will not starve to death. She eats more rapidly, no longer uncertain or scared that I will attack her, although I notice her eyes still flashing to me every once in a while, still expecting me to do something. But I don't, I watch as she eats and picks the bones clean before cleaning herself.

She looks at me, her tail wagging contently. "Are you alone too? I... have no place." she asks before looking down shyly even after such a normal question. I shake my head no, to show her that I am no alone, at least not anymore. Using my nose like a pointer, I turn my head and motion, showing her that the pack is over there. When I look back at her, I feel a sadness that she is alone like I once was. I feel an attachment to her, we were both going through something, but she was still going through it alone.

I gently reached out with my paw and touched hers and my tail wagging, all a kind gesture. My head tilts slightly and my eyes tell her what I mean to say; they ask her if she would like to come with me, to have a home and to not be alone anymore. Because even if she came with and didn't feel like she belonged with the others, she would belong with me. All she needed to do was to put her trust in me, something I know was going to be incredibly hard for her after what i've see today. I wouldn't judge her if she declined, in fact i'd understand completely. Either way, I hope she'd be my friend at least, something i've never had before, that I knew of.