The morning was never any different than other times of the day. The only variation was the breeze, versus the warmth of midday or the chill of the night. In the den that she had been sharing with the injured woman, Dawa was constantly warm. It was pleasant indeed, but this warmth further warped her sense of time. Every few hours she had been rousing herself to wander away from the sleeping woman - she would eat from a small cache that Zombie dutifully stocked for her, or take a pee break, and sometimes return with a bundle of herbs for when Velox woke. On this morning she was awake a little later than usual - and when she roused to her paws, when she hobbled out in to the morning air, Dawa realized that she could not hear the other woman. There was no breath, no warmth. It was the first time she had effectively felt a sense of panic which gripped at her heart.

Had her charge passed away in the night?

Dawa did not linger long outside of the den, and instead began to root around - blundering in her motions, jerky and awkward, uncaring if she should graze the stranger with her nose or her paws during the search. Dawa could feel as much pain as was necessary if it meant she could find the body - but she couldn't. There was an empty void where Velox had been resting, which served to cool Dawa's rising distress.

She followed the curve of the wall in order to orient herself, and then departed again. A few staggering steps later (as she was very sleepy still), she nearly walked in to the resting figure of the woman. Dawa huffed softly as a biting pain shot through her shoulder, which had touched something, and she adjusted herself so that there was a small gap between them.

"Miss?" Dawa cooed in her flat voice, but judging by the ragged quality of her breathing pattern, the girl's heart was fluttering manically. "Miss is that you?"

"Yes Dawa, it's me,"

Ah, good. Although she was not aware of it, Dawa displayed the signs of relaxation. A flat tail, lazy ears, even a look of deference (which turned towards Velox, not that she was aware). Her heart continued to pound but it did ease slightly. Her ears did perk and twist when the woman expressed her desires, and Dawa gave a slight nod, agreeing that the warm sun was pleasant enough - only to freeze when she complimented the leader with such words as peaceful and charming; Dawa did not think these words applied to her very well. The girl shifted upon her paws, staggering a little with the uneven lengths of her crooked limbs. Charming? Yeah, right.

"I was confused," Dawa started to explain to the injured woman, only to flounder with her words and grow silent. This fell in time with Velox correcting her. "Vee?" She mimicked, tasting this nickname which was unlike the words that were known to her; "Rhymes with... Bee." How childish. Dawa snorted softly at this, perturbed more-so by the woman's insistence to forgo propriety and reason than her own little quip. A breath later, "If it pleases you." Dawa bowed her head in acceptance of this new moniker; although it wouldn't be surprising for the girl to fall back in to old habits.

"How are you feeling?" Came her voice, soft and yet mechanical, as she sat beside her current den-mate. Dawa stilled herself, arching at first so that her body was placed at a distance from Velox, and then she took an odd half-step to protect herself from contact in case of accidental touching.

Vee it was then. Dawa didn't move much - or speak for that matter - while she listened to the woman speak. It was clear by her inflection that her husband meant a lot to her, although there was a limited understanding of the term. Dawa did not have her mind sit upon the idea of husbands; the idea that a pair could be more than simple allies could not be fathomed. But she accepted the information, along with the compliment and other words, with a quiet grace. Then, when prompted, she finally rejoined the conversation in earnest.

"I am only doing my duty. All lives are sacred." Dawa recited when she was thanked, swift to respond but quiet. The words fell away as soon as they were uttered and then, when mention of Velox remaining here was proposed, Dawa gave an instinctually driven tail-twist. "Monk. That suits you?" She questioned blandly, before settling her head upon her paws in a prone position. The woman was submissive by nature, at least for the most part. It was hard to continue with the Alpha charade that Dawa felt she was having to play out. "You should meet Tenzin, and perhaps speak with him." Here she perked up, lifting her head and crooked muzzle in case such a howl was indeed wanted.

She was silent but waiting, with white eyes straying across Velox's curved spine.

Dawa barely showed any acknowledgement as the other wolf spoke, but when prompted she did raise her head. A yowling call rose from it - guttural, not at all wolf-like until it tapered on the end. She summoned forth the monk to their company, lingering with Velox only long enough for his silhouette to appear; granted she could not see him, his scent became thick upon the air. Finally, once Tenzin had made himself known, Dawa reversed herself. She headed back to the mouth of the den that she shared with the healing woman, where she would rest until needed once again.