The Bracken Woods the dim moon brightened. ocean sunned his crest,

Derg's sudden presence at her side catches her off guard, though his gentle touch is far from unwelcome. She glances up at him with bright eyes and a hint of a reassuring smile, nodding quickly to his question. Yeah! She says, rising to her feet with her tail swishing gently. She watches Derg inspect the bone with ears perked and eyes wide, listening carefully to his explanation and wondering what must have killed the wolf. The praise sends a slight flush through her face, bringing more of a smile to her features. The expression only lasts a moment, though, before she grows more serious with her next words. Do you think — anyone misses him — or her? It's obvious the corpse hadn't been buried, scattered and haphazard as the pieces are; it'd simply been abandoned out here. Forgotten. For some reason, it makes her think of Stark.