Dragoncrest Cliffs well every lord i pray doesn’t sound the same,

Aure felt, more than she saw, Isleña's comforting words, felt her move nearer to the ivory she-wolf. The skayona, for the first time, didn't turn away the pity of another. It was well-deserved, and not altogether given in some ill-intended way.

So she took it, all of the comfort that the she-wolf had to give -- well, tried to. She would find her hanar... somehow. Soon. With that thought in mind, she allowed the cocoa brana to come closer; and once her tears stopped, she could feel whatever bond between them shine a little brighter.