Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

She had been watching the others since they had arrived, yet made no move to introduce herself. Maybe it was because they were already close, and she was still an outsider. Maybe it was the fact of what happened when she had been in this situation before. Whatever it was, the woman with sunshine on her pelt felt none of it as she yawned and stretched. The nightmares had not let her sleep well, and her shoulder was still extremely sore. 
Shaking her herself, she saw the newest one yet again. Blue eyes, snow white fur. She seemed..quieter than the others. Watching her since she had come in, she didn't step out to introduce herself either. Even as the reluctance clung to her soul, the comfortableness of staying beside Dakarai like the warmth of the sun on a cold day, something about this new one tugged at her heart, called to her. Was it because she reminded her of herself? 
Resisting for a while, the tug had become almost a pain, and she scowled slightly at her soft heartedness, yet got up and slowly made her way towards the newest of the pack. Stopping several feet from her, she chuffed softly and spoke in her alto voice. Welcome to the pack. The words stung her, the words leaving an almost sour taste in her mouth. Those words had not yet been spoken to her, but she knew that this woman needed to hear them. She was alone, she had Dakarai. Wagging her tail, her eyes were encouraging, her smile warm as she glanced at this white woman.