King Elk Forest Seeking refuge

brienne almost felt out of place standing between the two she-wolves.  once, recently, she had been the same and it was true that she would still be considered conventionally attractive, but her mood directly contrasted the two cheery girls.  her broken seaglass eyes met the foriegner evenly, flews turning down at her response.

the hulking white femme had put it nicer than the cemna ever would have — yes, they had plenty of, well, whatever this was already.  we have, at least, two medics to my knowledge, myself being one of them.  and every wolf should be able to hunt.  but she knew her estranged ex-lover would never turn someone away for this alone.  so long as you are comfortable with that, you should be fine.

she peers down at the girl who so confidently laid down in front of them, made herself comfortable.  anything else we should know?