Bearclaw Valley not lightly do the leaves of Lothlórien fall {J}

there was an instant change in atmosphere around the friendly snow-wolf, a cold and oily sense of shock, and perhaps no small amount of fear. it was the same sudden change that Hestia herself had felt when she'd lost track of a pup, the same cold fear that sat like icy water in the pit of her stomach. "that's her. Néa, though she gave her name as Linnéa. seemed... sad in a way but if any wolf has ever been mad in the mind, it was that pup. she wasn't altogether there I don't think."


she paused there for a moment, thoughts running wild like leaves across her mind as she did so. "if...if it's any consolation, she seemed to have found a way. said she was heading to the central regions of this place. something about finding her own pack there. felt like she was... imposing on someone? I'm not sure."


she held her breath in nervous anticipation, as the alpha fae seemed to deliberate but her former words seemed to hint at a positive outcome for her journey here. the anticipation in the other fae's voice at the thought of her own pups was clear to hear and she smiled in congratulations. "pups huh? congratulations! your first litter then? I'd love to help around if you need me, having pups in no easy task after all... and..." here she paused, and no her eyes were not damp, it was just the sun. "thank you, for letting me stay..." she whispered the last, with a smile towards the other.