Noctisardor Bypass my throat is a beehive pitched in the river

The woman seemed uncomfortable and nervous, and Harlyn couldn't blame her. Some complete stranger running up to you hugging you and crying into your fur? Who wouldn't be freaked out. The Druid wanted to run for the hills and away from this humiliating situation, but before she could so much as turn away, she heard the girl's voice breaking the awkward silence that had stretched between them.

Harlyn canted her head slightly, wondering at the woman's words. She could pretend? There was some sincerity in the offer that threw her but only momentarily. She was jesting, lightening the mood, and Harlyn gave a thankful laugh at the humor.

"You're very kind," the alpha replied with a smile, "I'm still sorry for startling you. You look so like a friend of mine that I've been searching for. I got carried away, thinking I'd found him." She sighed with a shake of her head.