Stone Circle and I don't have a darkness over all I break and all I'm in

she dipped her head, grateful toward the woman she'd once seen as a distant leader and packmate, and now, an equal and an ally. "thank you, valette." with words were firm in their sincerity, her gratitude for the woman's kindness obvious. perhaps she worried to much for the brother that had left his pack and his position in time of need, had snapped when she had need of him most. perhaps she was cruel, for ousting her brother so soon after their father's death, forcing him away from his packmates and his lover. 

she felt empty a moment, just like when the grief had burned her hollow. but it felt wrong to dump her news on the woman and leave, and so she continued, "how fares your pack?" she had not missed the scent of milk and warmth, and so, "you have pups?". the ghost of a smile traced the outline of her muzzle as she looked to the woman, half hoping for good news to return with.