Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

The scent reached her nostrils before any words were spoken, but the pale girl did not react, simply continuing to move the last of her few supplies into the little den she had made for herself as though she had not noticed the stranger - the ghost was incredibly wary of any interaction, fearing the worst in every situation, worrying that the next corner would bring more pain than she was able to manage. And so her solemn silence remained, oceanic gaze trained on the ground as she worked.

That was until the voice called out and the distance was closed, a wolf with the pelt of the sun emerging from the trees to stand before the dove. Gwen quirked her lips in a warm smile, instantly pulling down the mask of a happy woman content to talk and immerse herself in the friendships she could make in this new place. "Thank you very much." Her delicately feminine voice responded, quiet yet firm as though she was sure of her words - despite being the complete opposite inside. "Ah... my name is Gwendolyn Eruna - Gwen is fine. It's a pleasure to meet you." In her chest, her heart beat painfully against her chest, fearing she may have done something wrong yet again and this was the woman who would step forth to put her in her place. But none of this hidden emotion showed upon her face, the mask that had been constructed over much of her life skillfully disguising anything true.