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Muses shrugged sheepishly, as if to protest, but thought better of it. She seemed to dance upon a fine line between familiarity and politeness; the last thing she wanted to do was offend anyone who was capable of helping her. "It's only right to return the favour! It would be something that makes me happy." She insisted firmly, leaving no room for compromise. It was not a large debt that she owed, but she believed firmly in returning kindness. Grinning in hopeful reassurance, she hoped her new friend would understand. Muses was a giver, continually searching to assist and please.

"It's no bother, I'm more than happy to oblidge!" She tried her best to soothe the female's worries, now realizing that they were kindred spirits. "Deirdre, can you try to imagine what you would do if Donnelaith was made to become suddenly uninhabitable?" Her tone, though sombre, implied no thread. "Where would you go if you could not return to your home, and if you were, through violent means, separated from your family?" Surely someone who had only ever known one home, one family, would understand what drove her across such great distances. With a soft, weary sigh, Muses lowered onto her haunches, as if thinking about the ordeal was enough to steal her breath away.

"I don't really know what I'm looking for, or where to go next." The way of life she had known had been uprooted, leaving her a solitary, wandering wolf to fend for herself. "I know that sometimes, young wolves hunger for exploration, and set out. I never imagined such would be my fate." It had happened to her mother, she knew that much, but she had never given it much thought. "I'm just looking for the closest place to home." Muses concluded with a small smile, wishing not that the other would take pity on her. It really was not so bad - she rarely dwelled on the negativities within her life - but it was lonesome, and she was prepared to acknowledge that sometines she did feel a little sad and a little lost.