Bearclaw Valley mornië alantië

Phone post ;-;

She had not familiarised herself with many of the Bearclaw Valley wolves, but she was in no hurry. After all, she'd been alone for so long that it felt natural, normal to be on her own - the ghost often drifted past without a single word, simply content to mind her own business and work on foraging for herbs that were still alive during the winter.

When she came upon the girl, she did not quite know what to do at first. It took her a moment, drawn by the unpleasant sound of retching - quickly the dove observed the scene and took in what she could. By the time she'd arrived the puking had stopped, but Gwen could see the mess and could clearly see Reigi's trembling figure standing above it. She let out a gentle chuff to announce her presence before taking a small step closer - she wished to help, but knew not whether this wolfess would want her to approach further.