Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

She felt a measure of relief when Opalia finally laid eyes on her friend and recognized her. What were the odds of two she-wolves named Praimfaya roaming the wilds though? Sugar hadn't realized she'd worried about it until just then. Her lips pulled into a bemused smile and she exchanged a look with Stryx, who was also standing aside to let the pair of women reunite.

Her little head cocked to the side when they spoke to one another in a foreign tongue. Although she aspired to be worldly and loved helping folks of all kinds, she felt a strange twinge at the exchange. It took her a moment to identify it: frustration. What were they saying? She didn't fear they were speaking ill of her, yet just the fact that she couldn't possibly follow along made her feel peculiar.

Giving no indication of this, Sugar licked her lips and padded to sit next to Stryx, glad to give her weary feet a break. "Good morning," she said, black eyes lifting up to watch the falcons circle a moment before dropping her gaze back toward Opalia and Praimfaya for just a moment. She then focused on her own companion's face. She kind of wanted to tell her about the unexpected drama at Moonspear but held her tongue for now.