Phantom Hollow Back Again

Menta found herself drawing forward, taking a few steps towards the other female as if to comfort her through this terrible story. There was a sense of familiarity, of need, in this story of vulnerability and the cream wolf's body responded automatically before the brain took notice and made it stop again. She was too close to this stranger, probably, but she hoped the small sad smile worked as apology enough.

She made a stupid call, Menta said softly as she looked around now to their surroundings, both in where to call home and who she accepted into it. If that could make Ambrosia feel better, the better for it. Clearly, the alpha's choices meant that her pack was no more - the ultimate failure for a leader. Menta wagged her tail slowly as she looked back to her new friend. 

Can I accompany you to the coast? she inquired gently. It seemed interesting enough to Menta, and an opportunity to distract Ambrosia away from the story that had been pulled from her. There was a sense of guilt within the cream for reminding her of such a harrowing past, and she didn't quite know how to make it dissipate.