Storm chuckles. "Ok. Well. Make something from werewolf or not. As long as you apologize especially since she already has. Our friends should matter to us, ya know?" 

She pushes away from the tree and wiggles her shoulders so her wings fluff out. 

"Alright. Well. I listened. And offered some words of advice." She shrugs. "I got nothing else for you, really. I hope I helped. Anything else you need to get off your chest? Now's the time. No one around but us."

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