Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

From the dejected look on the female's face, that was definitely not it. But at least she was getting there.. Sort of. Had the name Hush actually been someone, or is someone to the female? Oops. "Oh,  i'm sorry," She could only offer though she didn't know the circumstances under which the female had saddened. Her voice held genuine sincerness, something that was often missing from her, most of the time. It was rare, yet it meant so much. 

"How about.." She trailed off, trying to think of another name that went along with Silent, Hush and/or Trees. "Whisper.. Wind.. Quiet?" She tried at the same time, awaiting the "sort of" shake of a paw. If she could not get this, her brain racked for ways for them to communicate. Gestures could only do so much. Perhaps Burke or Damien would have an idea, though she resented having to ask Damien for anything. The kid had got on her nerves, or tried to get on her nerves too many times for her to think so highly of him. Yet, she didn't try to start spats with her packmates, she was above that. Turning her attention back to the female, she waited for the negative sign, maybe even a nod of correctness.