Neverwinter Forest I'm not gonna sleep anymore

Lenny was doing better, she thought. It was truly the first time she'd dealt with death like that in any capacity - of a body so twisted - and it was the first time she'd dug a grave. She was less grieving and more shaken, she assumed, because she had no right to grieve for the lost wolf. After all, she'd barely known him. 

The mood around the territory was down - that much was for sure, and Lenny didn't do well with that. Perhaps the very best thing she could do, aside from the constant guard duty and making sure things were safe and okay around the forest, was to be a distraction.

Her itchy paws were taking her on another round through the territory, protective of this newfound family she'd come to be in, when she spotted a familiar form. The white girl - Simmik, Mal had called her - who'd had such a violent reaction to Matty's death. Lenny picked up her pace to catch up, letting out a soft woof in greeting. 

"Hey," she began with a friendly smile. "Simmik, right?"