He was the only father that she could ever remember having; he had been there for her when she had needed him, always. He'd saved her life and had given her a home, had provided for her when she had been too ill or pain-ridden to provide for herself. The little girl was blossoming into a young woman, but there would always be a place for her father in her heart no matter how old she was. She didn't expect that she would get any of her memories back from before her accident, and she would be just fine if she never got them back. She was content living life just like this.
"Should we try and fix all the rooms, Da? It'll take a long time won't it?" And a lot of work. But it wasn't like she had anything better to do...and she really wanted to get acquainted with other members of the pack. "But...can anyone live here, or is it just us? I guess...if we fixed up more rooms more of the pack could come stay here if they wanted to." She said. Wretch wasn't usually one for sharing or meeting others willingly...but the move to Ichika was sparking a tiny change in the girl. She was willing to try, at least, and see how such a meeting of minds would go.
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