Fox's Glade Give my gun away when it's loaded

Durnehviir did not recognise this wolfess as the female who'd taken shelter with her companions in the woods just beyond her beloved Swiftcurrent some months before. Their encounter had been a brief one and she had barely even thought of Liri's wandering band since that day purely because they'd brought no harm to the Creek. No, this was not the vibrant young she-wolf beginning her journey toward a new beginning and instead, she saw a shell of a woman who was entirely unknown to her.

A soft greeting came in return, and she found herself wondering what trouble must have reduced her to such clear sorrow. "Are you alright?" Durnehviir asked gently, pricking a ginger lobe.