Sunbeam Lair a longer table, not a taller fence

Lacking in the spirits of those she so desperately sought but not lacking in life entirely. A voice found its way to her ears, sounding from further within the cavern; she wondered if she should seek out the owner, the tone soft and feminine, yet unfamiliar. Drawing in a deep breath and shedding her worries, her upset, the young dragoness delved deeper into the lair she so loved. Lured in by the voice that called out, she searched for it, speaking only when her eyes landed on another pelt just as darkly painted as her own.

“Hello,” she greeted in return, allowing some space to remain between them. She stood upright, confidence coating her stance, and patient. She did not recognise the other female, the way various tufts of fur seemed to curl unlike any other wolf met before. But that also meant she was not of her former home, a soul brought there by reasons that differed from her own.