King Elk Forest You say it will reach out and seize the sorrow.

"No," Miriam replied with honesty, "I asked.. If you wished for help." She thought some preferred the comfort of a strangers ears, for there would be no one to tell, to know what truly inspired. A listener of a moving picture, and that is all Miriam could be to the red and black stranger; who did not wish for such words to be bestowed.

"I will not force it upon you." Since she didn't want to, the lilac wisp wouldn't press further, and only dipped her head in understanding. She wished to help, but couldn't help if force was given. There would be no point to pressure the words out, and only could come out willingly. Perhaps, she desired to take her mind off of it. Miriam wouldn't mind help grant that, either.

"I am not," silver eyes grazed toward the ground, "I am from no pack." There was a slight familiar scent, that whiffed to her nose.. Smelled similar to a wolf she met in the same woods.