Northstar Vale i am speechless

The call was heard but the individual who approached did not hold as familiar a scent as she was expecting; still, they were here. She was not alone. Dawa was dully aware of how unpleasant being alone was. The stranger was no stranger after all; she held the scent of the pack, the scent of someone that the woman had briefly dealt with at the borders. Anemone. Her voice rang true and Dawa lifted her head, letting out a shrill wine like that of a cub. Her stomach gurgled and popped beneath the pitched tones. "I am not used to this," she commented with her monotonous voice, "Tenzin used to tend to me. Raheerah guarded me. Now I am fending for myself." It was an observation. Another would may have held disappointment or self-pity within their voice, but not Dawa. She only remarked about the situation and rolled over - her paws connecting with the reaching roots of a nearby tree, and catching.

There was a brief silence that followed her explanation, and then a question.

"Will you help me? I am hungry." And there was nothing here for her to eat, as indicated by the empty hole nearby. The question drifted with the lightly falling snow, caught and muffled by the dreary weather. Dawa wasn't facing Anemone at this point but it didn't really matter; the woman was close. That was all she needed right now. How pathetic the woman was.