Horizon Ridge ~Singing softly to the empty night~

The large female watched as the other spoke of the cold north. It was a place she remembered fondly. Ears were twisted toward him and focused as he explained the tragedy that had befallen the area. She whined softly for the loss of lives and land, even though they shared no connection to her. It seemed, she unlike him - did openly mourn for the struggle of others.

She folded her hunched and brought the heavy tail around her paws. It was an old habit to keep her pads and paws warm in though snow. While it seemed unneeded here, it was a habit - and a habit it remained.

"I am sorry for your losses, and would do what I can to help. I can aid in the healing but by herbs grow in the highlands...and do not know this land well enough to use what it offers yet."

She hesitated, looking south as a bird flew skyward. Once more she looked back at him when he presumed she would whelp soon. She held his eyes for a long moment. It was not meant as a challenge, and after a moment those gentle eyes dropped away.

"No. My young were lost to me in the passing of the great moon. . . . My body just has yet to accept it."