Redsand Canyon Creatures of the Night

"Bad dream." The she-wolf murmured, sitting down with exhaustion just inside the mouth of his den. 
"A really bad dream..." Her ears flattened against her head. She felt like a pup coming to another for comfort like this. It had been almost three years since she ran from the destroyed pack she had once belonged to. It had been years since she knew, for sure, she could rely on others for support. 
Even now, she was unsure of doing so. 
"Just scared me is all. Nothing major." She chuckled lightly, trying to mask the distrubance she felt. As if it was nothing. 
It... had to be nothing. She wasn't used to being able to lean on others anymore, and this fact kept hitting itself against her heart every time she considered asking if she could spill her troubles. 
The thought was present in her fire-gold eyes, even if the words weren't spoken.