Blacktail Deer Plateau The water there is deeper

"you are always welcome, osprey. you are family." whether or not she believed it, or even wished to be a part of the plateau's tightly knit ranks, the silver wolfess remained a favored and affectionately regarded member in his eyes. the sorrow in his eyes, writ into the softly exhausted details of her face, made the beta long to embrace her for a time, but he refrained; perhaps she did not wish it at this time.

"would you like to speak of it?" lasher offered softly, shifting somewhat closer, yet not enough to encroach upon her own space. somehow, he doubted osprey wished to revisit the pain still so raw in her heart, but he found talking cathartic. maybe the wolfess would as well.