<span style="font-weight: bold"> "For my restlessness my mind is still burdened with the nightmare's of that dreadful night. I have not slept since the attack."</span><br/><br/>The awkward part of it all was that Michelle<span style="font-style: italic">didn't</span>miss the attack. Hell, the attack was the only time as of late that she'd felt useful, that she'd actually<span style="font-style: italic">done</span>something meaningful. Sure, she could run down prey when it came to it, and she could do the things that needed doing passably well, but when it came down to it she was still here because when the attack had came, it had been a chance to really come out and play.<br/><br/>And she'd taken to it with a frankly terrifying enthusiasm.<br/><br/>They'd lost some people, sure, but the harsh part was that she was alright with that. It happened. When packs fought, people died, it was that simple. In the city it had been worse--so much worse--and she'd come out on top of that struggle alone, so when she let slip her dog of war and joined in, she couldn't help but feel right at home. Fighting back? Killing? Pack wars? Now<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>was something she could sink her teeth into.<br/><br/>But you're not really aloud to say that sort of shit.<br/><br/>"We hear anything about the other pack?" She couldn't quite help herself, cocking her head to the side a bit. "They can't have just disappeared. Maybe we ought to be keeping better tabs on 'em." It was all she would say, and she breathed out pointedly before working to move on.<br/><br/>"I can't imagine having a mate." She changed the subject after a moment or two, shaking her head and trying to ignore the part of her that remembered how good it had felt to just let go and maim something for a change. "Just not in my equation. Not likely to live long enough to make good on it, the way I run, you know?" She offered with dry humor before looking to the other two as they slid their way towards the fire. It was...weird, to watch them slink. Michelle stayed out of trouble, sure, but these two were like goddamn shadows. They did some things, sure, but they never joined in, never even tried to play nice... part of her blew them off without thinking, though she tried to combat it. They were both too serious about playing human for their own good, and when it came down to it, if they really tried to hold out, they'd die for it.<br/><br/>She remembered what it was like fighting off the change. She wondered if it was awful for Alan.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Good morning Alan, and April, please sit down and join us. The breakfast shall be done pretty soon."<br/><br/>"Again, your generosity far outweighs my ability to properly thank you."</span><br/><br/>Of things she did miss about her urban life, the lack of formality was certainly part of it. It seemed like everything out here was formalized, ritualized... people talked funny, dammit. Still, she tried to keep things light for the skittish pair and offered them a slightly twitchy smile.<br/><br/>"Relax, guys, plenty for everyone." She asked, looking back to Kakasha before eyeing the elk up once more. She was starting to get hungry, no bones about it.