Morningside Cuesta Underneath the lights of a motorway

Her trance-like state was forced back, shattering into pieces like a broken mirror. She frowned for a moment, ears swiveling as she glanced back to see who it was that approached. Grayday. The ivory wolfess watched him come closer, and she said nothing for a moment, a neutral expression spread across her delicate features. "Hey," she replied, giving a small wag of her tail as he settled beside her. She could not say that she minded the company, however down she might feel. 

Gwen hesitated for a moment, letting the question sit for a moment. How was she settling in? Not bad, she supposed, though she hadn't really met many of the residents here. "Well, I think, thank you." It was an answer she hoped would satisfy him. It wasn't like she was having a bad time here - no, not at all. The only problems were her own, troubled thoughts. But those couldn't be helped.