Sila

i can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart

The expression Samus wore was the kind of expression that Sila thought might not suit anybody else so well - it was wholly her own kind of smile. It was, after all, one of the first things Sila had noticed about her and she had to admit...she felt a little jealous, at times, when she caught a glimpse of Samus wearing the same smile while she was with somebody else. It was the same kind of jealousy she felt when she saw somebody else enter the forest in the dying light - they were her special places even if they been somebody else's before her. It made her perk up briefly but, as guilty as she felt admitting, even Samus' smile wasn't enough to drag her from the depths of her thoughts entirely.

But she tries, nonetheless. She gives a light laugh at Samus' comment - a knowing laugh. They both had their respected roles and though Sila knows she has been ignoring hers, she doubts Samus had done the same. But there was always something to keep you busy, it was just her own thoughts of late rather than the action of the pack.

Before she was able to force a quip back though, Samus' words were direct, the kind of words that make her breath catch momentarily as if guilty of being caught in the act of lying. She looks away for a moment, tightening her lips, before her ears sink back and her mouth breaks into the loosest of grins. "You know, my siblings and I were practically miracles when we were born. Four of us! Can you believe? Every last one of us healthy," she is almost breathless with the underlying joy of the fact yet her voice sinks in its timbre as she looks down, drawing invisible lines with her paw, "but my mother was already eighteen when she had us." Her lips are tight again as she glances up to Samus - she is sure she'll understand. Sila was born the same spring as Samus, after all. Twenty four. It's almost baffling to Sila to think of so many compounded years.

"When my father passed and my brothers left, I thought that was the last of it. I thought I had gotten my lifetime's worth of sadness but as much as my mother keeps trying to tell me otherwise...I know even more is coming." Her smile is weak, defeated, and the corneres of her lips quiver before she tucks her muzzle down and into the fur of her chest, sniffling before forcing a toothier grin back to her face. Maybe if she tries hard enough, she can force the sadness down into the darkest places of her.