Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

Phone post ;-;

The greeting from the other girl was spoken softly, and the ghost's ears had to cup forward in order to hear - she noted how her gaze was cast downward and the greeting sounded dismal. Perhaps... Were these two other troubled wolves? Perhaps they hadn't lost as much as she had both outside and inside of the Teekon, but Gwen had glimpsed some sort of anxiety in Onyx when she worried about her rambling, and this wolfess seemed sad about something. Maybe she was just overthinking as usual... maybe she just wanted to be able to relate with someone. Know she wasn't alone in this silent suffering.

Onyx took the lead in inviting her over, and Gwen allowed a warm smile to grace her features - this one seemed quiet... despite the dove's unwillingness to talk, perhaps she could finally find friends. That was all she wished for. Just to belong somewhere.