Larksong Grotto lonely

She was only hours at home before the scent of another tickled Nova's nose, and the golden pelted woman recognized it as one of Hiram's daughters, the one she had yet to really meet. With a limp rabbit dangling from her jaws from the cache she'd just been at, the black faced elder again found herself heading for the lake. Everyone seemed to like it there, and Nova had to admit that it was a very beautiful place, blessed by the light of Raas. 
With a friendly chuff, Nova padded up behind the darker form of.... Oh, what was her name? Indra was the little red one.... Laurel! That was it. 
               "Hello, Laurel. We haven't officially met yet, but I'm Nova Rose." And I'm the reason you two are here instead of Silver Creek.
The little Redleaf's words were missed, but Nova was perceptive, and the pups body language just screamed distress. Like Indra, did this girl not feel at home here? Golden brow furrowing in confusion for a brief moment, the smooth pelted woman offered a sweet, warm smile.
                               "Are you alright?"