Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

The woman caught her softly spoken compliment and her smile seemed to grow - the ghost was glad that she may have made someone happy, even if just for a bit. At least that meant she wasn't too bad to talk to, right? Was she boring? Annoying?

The gentle compliment was returned to herself and she quirked her lips to smile back but shook her head lightly - nothing about herself was beautiful, she disliked every part. Those ugly scars, those ugly eyes, that ugly body. That, and she was weak. Pathetic. Perhaps it was simply her own hatred for herself that molded this barrier, but still, the pale girl appreciated the attempt.

The presence of another broke her from her thoughts, and Onyx trailed off. Oceanic gaze focused on this stranger for a moment, Gwen soon distantly recognised them as the woman from the borders who had stood near the alpha during the wait for her possible acceptance. "Oh... hello," She spoke softly, feeling her face grow warm at the blank stare - had she done something wrong? Already? Onyx introduced herself and the dove bit the inside of her cheek before speaking up as well. "...and I'm Gwen."