Lost Creek Hollow and it gets me down

From afar Deshyr watched the silent musings of Terance, her thick coat ruffled and her eyes sad, as she tried to imagine his life being worse than hers. It was difficult for the girl to fathom—as the most terrible things had befallen her—but he looked rather like she felt. Blank and... listless.

A brave face for the crowd; a lonely face for themselves.

"Terance?" the girl called out, shrugging through threadbare underbrush as she approached the leader's side. She hadn't ever tried to spend any time with him before, but as Deshyr was naturally drawn to where the power belonged, it had only been a matter of time before she started paying closer attention to who was in charge. "Are you okay?" she asked, keeping some distance between them in case she was dismissed, but she strategically wagged her tail a little and smiled very lightly in an effort to encourage him to let her stay.