Dragoncrest Cliffs look what you've done

Muses was happy to stand her ground, for it was unbecoming for a priestess to reach out to others, as had been her role in a past life. Those of holy status were allowed to deny or accept nearness, but the pale youth had always been one to accept; how could she ever turn someone away? It was only until after she finished speaking did she search Deirdre's face for any indication of understanding. She had not prepared herself for what might happen if her audience became invested in her story. Pale eyes widening in horror, she recoiled a step, horrified that she had managed to elicit such a strong reaction, when she had only meant to explain something that had no concrete description.

"Please," Muses pleaded, a low whine slipping from her throat as she stepped foward again, reaching out with her muzzle to gently try and place her leathery nose against Deirdre's cheek. "Do not think of my story as a mere tragedy." Her tone was hushed, quiet strength pushing through her voice. "Not a day goes by where I do not mourn my loss, but I cannot - I will not! - allow sorrow to consume me." If anything, she had to be strong. That was the reason why she carried the memory of her sisters with her.

She chose to carry their strength within her, to live for them if they could no longer live. Her littermates, she knew for certain were gone. The rest, she could not be certain. All she knew was that she was unlikely to return; her fate was sealed. "Because this has happened to me, I can now truly know both sorrow and happiness." It was a small blessing, but Muses clinged to it as though it was her very lifeforce. Those she loved would live on within her, and she would cherish even the smallest gifts life provided to her, for even a fleting moment of joy was a thousand times better than the losing something forever.

Although she had anticipated several different outcomes, Muses did not think that her young companion would offer her a home. "Oh, t-that's..." She stammered, clearly caught off guard. "That's a very kind offer." Her cheeks grew hot as she considered the opportunity. "It would be foolish of me to decline," She spoke shyly, suddenly uncertain of her wording. "Would it be ok?" Muses thought that finding a way into a pack would be far more difficult, yet it seemed that she was granted the opportunity on a silver platter. "Wouldn't that be the decision of your father, er, alpha?" Was it customary for such young wolves to offer strangers a home? Even Muses, who had been highly regarded within her family, had no authority within the pack. Everything was decided by her father, without question, and often without consideration for the opinion of others.