Overture Downs Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

The stranger's cheerfulness was a bit too much for Sarah to handle - she took a step back and for a moment looked, as if the other wolf had slapped her across the face. It was such a familiar demeanor - friendly banter, laughs, mutual teasing, inside jokes with double meanings, metaphors, clever associations - her whole family had been like that, save for her. Her take on life had always been realistic and very serious, often she did not understand the punchlines of jokes and word-plays, but they had still been important to her. And she had realized it only, when she had been left on her own. 

And now it was yet another painful reminder of, what had perished all those months ago. "No," she shook her head and with this she should could have ended the conversation and walked away, but she did not. As much as it hurt, she had seen a glint of sunlight and wanted to keep an eye for it just a little longer. "Are you on your own?"  

She attempted to keep the conversation going for a bit longer, but when it turned to be too much of a struggle, she bid a "goodbye" to the stranger and left him.