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There was a worried look to the wolf, as she watched the dame quiver with sorrow. Shisu could not undestand the pain she was going through, and only hoped to lend a shoulder at this pained time. Being young and still with a long life ahead, she had yet to cross the hard path many must face as they tench through hardships. The number of troubling times she personally faced, could be counted on one paw. Time was still ahead for new experiences, but for now, she could only offer condolences.

Shisu nervously shuffled her paws as she was met with actions, and no words. The silence felt uneasy to the anxious female, she only hoped to stammer through sentences to fill that void, "Are, you sure? Uhm, sometimes just crying on another can give comfort." She queried once more, in the hope she wasn't too noisy on the situation.

As the female came closer, Shisu had caught the change in her expression, and let out a soft, "Oh," toward her inquiring look. As a new blood, not many in the Blackfeather Woods knew of her, likewise she did not know of her. Perhaps it was odd for a stranger to come forward- it would be best to introduce herself, "I'm, new to the woods. My name is Shisu, Shisu Marisol Beliveau." As she gave her fullname, the gray agouti gave a slight bow; lowering her head and giving a small bend from her front legs.