Her ears pressed back at the sound of a growl, and she was about to step away and leave the dark female alone, but the sound of dual voices stopped her. She stood transfixed until the girl regained her senses and apologized. The dark girl claimed to hear voices...and they took control of her occasionally. Meldresi was curious. She had heard of Sheogorath "blessing" others with voices in their head, but she had never met one whose voices spoke so openly. Mainly, it was the afflicted who spoke back to them...

"It's alright...You startled me, not frightened..." She spoke softly, calmly. She walked over to the insane female. The priestess smiled disarmingly, hoping to calm not only the girl, but the voices within. "My name is Meldresi, what's yours?"

The girl introduced herself as Nightwing, though Meldresi wondered if the voices within her had other names of their own. Her theory was proved correct when Nightwing blurted something about a voice called Mordred. The voice it seemed, had a distinct similarity to her own...how strange.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself...." She murmured, which was true. Sheogorath placed his 'blessings' randomly for the most part. She couldn't have done anything to garner this curse. "Do you have a home, Nightwing?" She wondered where this juvenile could have come from and why she was cast out to suffer when she truly needed help.

The young wolf was very pitiful. She kept speaking of how she was rejected by others. How her voices take over and make her hurt other wolves. Meldresi felt something in her heart. It was a strange, motherly urge to just hug Nightwing. How strange.

A smile tugged on the corners of her face when Nightwing looked up excitedly at the mention of a pack. The questions kept coming, but after a while, her voices seemed to yell at her to be silent. She became sullen afterwards, murmuring that she talked too much. "I actually am starting my own. It will be called Blackfeather Woods, after the forest it will reside in." She said. "I am pretty sure the others would like you, Nightwing. They are nice people."

"You are still young," she said, trying to reassure the girl. She was very self-doubtful, a product of her voices berating her in her head. "You still have time to figure out what you're good at." Meldresi would have to assess her on that, to find what she could do. But Nightwing was young, Meldresi could excuse her for not pulling her weight around.

What a stroke of luck for her. The priestess thought. Her forest was completely devoid of harmful light. "You're in luck, Nightwing. Blackfeather Woods is dark. The canopy is so thick barely any sunlight filters through. I think it would be perfect for you."

She was going to reply, but a twitch in Nightwing's fur made her pause for a moment. The voices in the dark female's head were claiming that she was lying. Which she wasn't...for once. Nightwing flung herself at her paws, begging to join.

Meldresi bent down low, eyes locking with Nightwing's. "I promise I am not lying to you, I'll show you the forest.. And I accept you in my pack Nightwing." She said, hiding the tone of excitement. Nightwing was the last one.