sad little gurrrrrl.
Pripyat meant well, and she knew he just wanted to know so he could maybe right something that had gone wrong. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about it because the perpetrators were long gone and dead. Shaking her head a little bit, she shrugged and sighed. ”Doesn’t matter.” There really was nothing that he would be able to do…unless it was warm the other people in the pack about the male that had gotten away? She doubted that the young gray man would be able to take the dark devil on in a fight, so he’d just have to tell everyone to be weary and watch their back, especially the females.
”Fang. T-tell the others…be c-c-careful.” Her dark blue eyes looked a little bit glassy at the end of the stuttered sentence, almost like they were looking right through him. She’d done pretty much all she could do now, warn him of someone that caused harm. It was the only things she could do at the moment. Her brain just wasn’t willing to cooperate and form a complete, coherent conversation. If the young man wanted any more answers, he was going to have to be very specific in what he asked for and how he asked.
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