The sky outside was overcast and perfectly matched the young Marino's mood. It was amazing how an event that had seemed so amazing and full of promise had so quickly disintegrated into something that left her feeling embarrassed and rejected. Ever since that afternoon with Mati she had been even more closed off and down than she had been before, for now not only thoughts of what her uncle had done plagued her but being pushed away by the one she liked did as well. The attraction had come suddenly and inextricably, but more powerful than anything the young wolf had experienced thus far. Perhaps it wouldn't bother her so much if it hadn't seemed like Mati had wanted it too at first. Indeed, it seemed like the emotions had been mutual. That fantasy had been dashed when the older fey had broken away from their embrace however. Cambria had left the other's studio and room quickly afterwords and had been avoiding running into her ever since. She felt like an enormous fool and seeing the other fey would only make it worse.
Her slender form was sprawled out on her soft mattress, front paws hanging off the edge with her chin resting on top of them. Sea foam orbs were directed at the floor, though they stared at nothing in particular. Unfocused they looked into the beyond, into the myriad of troubling thoughts that dominated her brain. Enzo was perched between her shoulders, hunkered down with his feathers fluffed up. The dove might have very well fallen asleep with how still his companion stayed. The only motion she displayed was the slow and steady rise and fall of her torso from breathing. If only there was something to distract her. Maybe when her mother had the new puppies she would be distracted from all this mess and be able to be happy again. She hoped she would be able to be a good big sister for the forthcoming pups.