Word Count → 400 :: Poor Neela.
In her drunken state Neela's emotions flew widely from elation to depression. She talked freely about her family and her gruesome past. She spoke of her son and her original home. All the while Neela drank the foul liquid until finally the flask was empty. The more the collie drank, the worse her ramblings became. Slowly her speech became slurred and her eyes glazed over. Even when she looked directly at Kiara, the amber orbs were still not focused and Kiara wondered if she truly saw anything. When Neela's searching hand reached out for the white woman, Kiara gladly obliged by placing her head under the flailing limb. She whined a little her voice full of worry and sympathy.
The more Neela talked the worse her mood seemed to get. Kiara tried to lick the older female, to comfort her and show her that Kiara still loved her and thought of her as a great friend. Kiara didn't respond to any of Neela's questions, especially not the ones about her family. There were so many things that kept Kiara from seeing her family. The first was distance. It had taken Kiara two months to arrive at Nova Scotia, and it would take her two months to return. The second was her obligations to Ichika, Kiara couldn't leave for almost half a year. What of the puppies, what of her friends? The final thing that kept Kiara away from her family was the fact that she had been away for so long. If Kiara returned now she would have been chased away or demoted to omega. Kiara's family was very traditional, and they would not take kindly to her return. After all, she would upset the delicate structure of the pack and would be seen as a rival female. Even thought they loved each other dearly, Kiara could never return without threatening the balance of power in their little valley.
Kiara was really worried about the multi-colored female. Why was Neela telling her all of this, and why did Neela so wish to be rid of herself? Kiara couldn't understand her feelings, nor did she understand what the scars on her wrist meant. They were obviously of some importance. Kiara went to lick the collie's wrist, she didn't like the way Neela was talking. "Don't be sorry Neela, there is nothing to be sorry about. I'm here for you my friend."
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