Shadewood Unspoken and Unforgiven

It was true that Gwen would never judge upon first glance, not unless the said character was stalking toward her with open jaws; she held no dislike for hybrids, as they were just as alive as herself. A little different, perhaps, but was that always such a bad thing? The snow empress recounted eagerly the memories of loyal Mawk, the wolfdog who'd become a good friend during their time at the Bypass - she wondered silently where the roads had led him after all this time. With any hope, he was still in good health. His family, too.

"I guess you're that Gwen he keeps talking about?"

Her cheeks flushed a little with warmth, and she cast a fleeting glance in his direction once more - her eyes were full of love and traces of amusement, but she said nothing and let her vision wander to the stranger. "Yes," came the warm smile, "and you must be the one who needs some assistance?" Gwen allowed her eyes to quickly once over the girl, locating the blood and stiff paws. "What's your name?" she pondered, quickly searching her mind for answers to aiding the hybrid.

Cry's voice caused her chin to incline slightly to the side, and just before he departed she flashed a half-grin in his direction. He was being cute today - all serious, but that made everything he did for her even cuter.