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Kitku wished her well; that was enough for Doe to warm to her, though there was still something suspicious and reserved about the woman. All creatures were entitled to their secrets, and Doe had never been one to pry. It was enough that they were wolf and wolf, together under the same sky. That was enough shared between them for Doe to have compassion on the woman, but it increased tenfold when she shared her own woes.

Doe tipped back her head at once and gave a low, throaty howl that would not disturb the story going on beside them. Voice laced with sorrow, she sang of her own hurts and missing faces, and offered her comfort to the strange woman, her fellow bard.

It was a short and simple sound; Doe could only hope that it conveyed her empathy. She had little in the way of comfort for the young woman - only what she herself had found when faced with similar woes.

"In the death of the old, there is the birth of the new," she solemnly intoned. "I came from the desert into the land, and left breathing kin in my wake."

Doe looked up at the stars, musing. "Perhaps we shall be reunited one moon. We all sleep under the same sky, after all, and stranger things have happened."