Freya felt a small smile tug at her lips. "You wouldn’t think it was fun if I kicked you on your ass." She brushed her palms against the sides of her pants, happy that she was at least wearing normal clothes. Her tank top felt like hers and her pants were a comforting pressure of fabric around her legs. It was weird to be so thankful with something that was so common and basic.
"I’m mostly sure." She always had her backpack with her. It was a way that she carried her home with her, wherever she went. Now, she had no intention of going anywhere and her home was where Throfinn went. Maybe one day she’d dismantle the backpack, when she had a safe place to put her things but for now it was waiting for her, stashed away somewhere safe until she thought she’d need it again. "I’m 85% sure." Freya liked percentages.
She listened to his idea and eventually nodded her head. "That does sound like an idea." She was being difficult on purpose but it was making her feel a little bit more like herself. Freya would always be a little bit of a brat. Her head turned over towards Thorfinn and she paused, trying not to reach inside of her, trying not to feel what was missing. "I want to see if I’m still faster than you." She was fast for a wolf; maybe she’d still be fast for a human too.
"Also-" Freya chewed on the inside of her lip. "I don’t really want to be alone like this." It was such a weird thing for her to admit; she’d been alone for most of her life and for the first time she didn’t want to be alone. It was adding just a little bit more strangeness to a strange day.
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"I’m mostly sure." She always had her backpack with her. It was a way that she carried her home with her, wherever she went. Now, she had no intention of going anywhere and her home was where Throfinn went. Maybe one day she’d dismantle the backpack, when she had a safe place to put her things but for now it was waiting for her, stashed away somewhere safe until she thought she’d need it again. "I’m 85% sure." Freya liked percentages.
She listened to his idea and eventually nodded her head. "That does sound like an idea." She was being difficult on purpose but it was making her feel a little bit more like herself. Freya would always be a little bit of a brat. Her head turned over towards Thorfinn and she paused, trying not to reach inside of her, trying not to feel what was missing. "I want to see if I’m still faster than you." She was fast for a wolf; maybe she’d still be fast for a human too.
"Also-" Freya chewed on the inside of her lip. "I don’t really want to be alone like this." It was such a weird thing for her to admit; she’d been alone for most of her life and for the first time she didn’t want to be alone. It was adding just a little bit more strangeness to a strange day.