Bearclaw Valley Ghosts of our past

Valette was met with silence. She kind of expected it seeing that her sister did not quite often respond as verbally as she did. Valette was still upset with the death of her mate, it was so recent. She thought she was alone again for a brief moment. The girl luckily reminded herself that she wasn't and she still had her pack full of friends, and her kids.

However, Nanook, the sensitive soul she was, noticed that she was hurting. A whine sounded and a questionable glance followed. Valette wondered how Nanook could always be so tuned into her feelings, but perhaps she was just an open book. "My mate died, recently," she spoke. Perhaps that would explain her sadness.

She was not sure what Nanook would think of her being mated. She wished her sister could have met Steady. Valette was certain the two might get along as they both could be quite stoic. "Luckily I still have my pack. You are welcome to join, unless, too many wolves get on your nerves," she offered. She might as well. Hopefully, her sister was open for closer contact. Valette needed it.