Honeyed Pasture she got me going crazy

Deirdre's cry made Rowan's heart pound - she wondered if the pale child had heard the news of her dismissal already, or, how Aria and Constantine were planning on handling those affairs. She would not meddle, though, and had no interest in getting involved since clearly there was no trust there. She would not put her trust in those wolves ever again. A soft smile grew on her features when the scarred wolf spoke of Deirdre. She was special. "She is a sweet wolf." Rowan offered gently. "She is good." And the pack that she was in did not appreciate her, treating her as if she was a child still. She was growing every day, both mentally and physically, and they would not be able to hold her back much longer. 

"No, you do not need to leave." Rowan offered quietly, a tooth briefly toying with the edge of her lips. "I...I was going to tell her goodbye." Rowan explained. "I am no longer a member of Donnelaith." The pale female said as quietly and evenly as she could, not wanting to break and lose her composure in front of the stranger.