Broken Antler Fen Phoenix Flies

She nodded to Dacio, a soft smile. She was welcome, it seemed. Not a threat, but it was down to Praimfaya to decide. She then nodded to the Worlida in appreciation of her return. "Of course I'd return." 
There was a pause where she thought. A moment before the blow. Ingram murdered? Do they have enemies? Henwen was rather behind of the current pack politics. She diped he rhead in respect of the fallen, "I'm sorry to hear. But if you wish I can go and search for his murderer, once I have familiarised myself with the residing pack. It has grown since I've been absent." An offer that could mean a lot for her. They managed to form without her, Henwen leaving for a hunt for answers wouldn't be too amiss, apart from her integrating herself with the pack. 

She looked at the youth. She had a pack. She had made them, with help of course, and surely some of them would be friends and people she felt she could confide in. Henwen wasn't very good a helping with emotions anyway. All she could do was lend an ear and perhaps give a comment, but she wasn't good at advising.