Cinder and I have been moving forward in silence since she told me she couldn't tell me anything more like I had hoped.
The silence is slightly more uncomfortable with her than it is with Oliver. Maybe it's because while with Oliver, I felt happy. Perhaps calm, even. With Cinder, it’s the complete opposite. Although she seems friendly, the atmosphere she gives off sends chills through my body. Something that makes it hard for me to feel relaxed around her.
With a glance down at the forest floor, I watch my paws as they crush the rubble under them. The satisfying creaks, snaps, and crunching fill the air as the debris gives way to the weight underneath me.
Although, with Oliver, the sounds of the crunching leaves sounded louder since both of our noises combined. Maybe I'm just paying to
