Morningside Cuesta I won't forget the good times

Grayday closed the distance between himself and Gwen, nose twitching curiously as it brushed the feathery fur of her shoulder. She didn't smell panicked or undernourished, so he took her words at face value - the pack had simply disbanded.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Gwen," he said sincerely, privately wondering where the rest of her pack had gone. He hadn't seen Sylvas in several days, and when he'd heard Gwen's voice, he'd worried she'd brought news of his friend's untimely demise. As far as the male knew, Sylvas was even younger than he was. "You can stay with us - we've got plenty of space, and we could always use an extra set of teeth."

He peered at her intently for a moment. "You sure you're alright, hon?" he asked gently. "Is there anythin' you wanna talk about?"