Wild Berry Meadow there to abide with my creator, god,

she was not abandoned; the stranger lowered herself among the fragrance of ripened berries and the care in her movements relaxed relmyna further. while some part of her remained ill at ease, tense, she was largely welcoming now. the loneliness that limned each moment of the aspirant's day was quelled, at least for now. her dark ears swept forward at the other's suggestion, and then back.
a pause; a nod. her mind spiraled with a thousand ways she might seek communcation with her kind companion, but each of them exhausted her even to think about. the world of the patchwork wolfess was one of silence, punctuated only by the whispers of her gods. but yes; pain, pain to be endless from how it felt in her now.