Broken Antler Fen Running Never Helps

Too wrapped up in thoughts and fogged in depression, Ambrosia had no frikkin clue Pearl was even there, though she could've scented her a while back. She scolded herself for her lack of vigilance, but slunk towards the white she wolf as she called. It would be rude to walk away now, but the tan and black she-wolf couldn't pick herself up mentally. She looked beaten and hopeless as she got closer, and she was sure Pearl would notice even in the dark of midnight. Her lemon eyes were dull, almost lifeless, as she turned them on Pearl. Though she might've given her a cold look, she didn't mean it. Her heart was simply as cold as the look, and the young female was having a hard time melting the ice that had formed over months of sulking and pushing her problems away. It'd been easy to act okay when she was busy, distracted. But no more, it was just too much. Even her voice was nearly emotionless, laced with a heavy sadness and guilt.
      "You called?"
She didnt know Pearl's intentions, her reasoning to call to Ambrosia. They weren't friends, but perhaps THAT was why? Or maybe because they both were out in the dead of night. Oh well, she was about to find out.