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Pitt. Out of everyone, many may suspect the petite vixen may hold a great deal of resentment towards the desert-faring group. They'd be wrong. She may still struggle with enclosed, dark places. She may still avoid contact, lonely but accustomed to being alone. She didn't hate them.
Hating them wasn't worth it. Resentment was a double-edged sword. She wasn't going to cut herself and hurt herself any more than she'd already been hurt. And she'd been hurt. Malnourished. Frightened. And a burn still existed on her side, though it was hidden by her new, plush winter coat.
Hating them wasn't worth it. But she still felt wary finding a Pittian on their border. Last time a Pittian had crossed it... Well, at least he hadn't crossed it. And wasn't attacking someone. Still, the echo of the snap often resounded in her mind.
Hesitantly, the medic approached. This one was vaguely familiar, but she isn't sure she met him during her time as a prisoner. She would know Embry, and Gael, and Jervis of course. It was Jervis who took her, not this jaguar, who sat waiting. He must want something, or have news... Still. She doubted he'd be received very kindly.
"… What... What business do you have?" She inquired softly, unmatched hues flickering. "I-I know the fighting is over but... Everyone 'ere is still upset. So jus-just keep that in mind please."
[/td][/tr][/table]Hating them wasn't worth it. Resentment was a double-edged sword. She wasn't going to cut herself and hurt herself any more than she'd already been hurt. And she'd been hurt. Malnourished. Frightened. And a burn still existed on her side, though it was hidden by her new, plush winter coat.
Hating them wasn't worth it. But she still felt wary finding a Pittian on their border. Last time a Pittian had crossed it... Well, at least he hadn't crossed it. And wasn't attacking someone. Still, the echo of the snap often resounded in her mind.
Hesitantly, the medic approached. This one was vaguely familiar, but she isn't sure she met him during her time as a prisoner. She would know Embry, and Gael, and Jervis of course. It was Jervis who took her, not this jaguar, who sat waiting. He must want something, or have news... Still. She doubted he'd be received very kindly.
"… What... What business do you have?" She inquired softly, unmatched hues flickering. "I-I know the fighting is over but... Everyone 'ere is still upset. So jus-just keep that in mind please."
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