Hushed Willows reaching up to the maze of light in the sky

She scented the sylph of argent only moments before her appearance, and paused to take in the sight of her as she approached. The wild-furred yearling moved to close the remaining distance between them, ears pulling forward slightly at the stranger's chuff. A girl near to her own age, wreathed in the scent of pack and an aura of heaviness; yet, there was also an air of confidence about her. She halted a few paces away, allowing several breaths to pass in silence.
I feel the heaviness around you, jolie fille, She studied her closely, speaking in soft tones. There was always a chance she had guessed incorrectly, yet she never posed her assumptions as questions. If she was mistaken, she would learn from it. Little else mattered. Why?