Noctisardor Bypass Cut me from the Line

Gwen had been practising Spanish for a little while, simply remembering the times when her mother would teach her. It was a nice time - then had been a nice time. She had loved learning the language,  and as she grew into a yearling she had become fluent in it. While not still completely fluent in it, she often spoke with it every now and then. Without Cuicatl at Ganador anymore, she often lacked the muse to practise, but today she had found some spare time and had gone over some things in her head.

The Empress was simply grooming her ivory pelt when Cry approached, and the woman turned her head to look at him. She gave a chuff of greeting, followed by "Is something up?" she was always concerned about her pack. She was constantly worrying about Kelina and pups and how Noor had vanished (during her pregnancy, too) and it often made her stressed. However, she allowed herself to relax somewhat as the dark wolf did not seem to be concerned about anything.