outfit
It'd been quite a while since she'd come to Rice Bluff. Possibly... the river. That'd been a bad time. Good in the sense that Dakila had been there for her. Healing, for all it was drastic. Still, it unearthed so many different roots of feeling as she drove through the worn down city. It felt as it always did, claimed, smelling almost tangibly of wolf. As she drove, she thought of the last time she'd seen Dakila in person, sitting on her couch, telling him that she couldn't continue to be with him. It wasn't fair for either of them.
Seeing him again would be weird, for all she was privately excited. Just... there were things there, still. That's what happened when you ended a relationship on good terms. All of those same feelings you had for someone were still there, nothing was broken or severed. She still liked him, still thought he was a good person. Just... there were things in their lives that pulled them in separate directions. Even now, when they seemed to be on similar paths when it came to groups... there were still things that felt like they drove wedges between them. She wouldn't know until she saw him if that was it; they just felt like they did.
Heart heavy and beating, V hopped out of her Juke in the parking lot of the gym, the cat pacing as she pulled in heavy breaths of the smell around them. She knew this smell. Pulling her phone from her bag, she texted Dakila that she'd arrived, and wandered toward the front door.