Deepwood Weald silver light,

Dominika relaxed fully once she knew for certain that the girl would not attack her. She slowly moved towards her until they were at a comfortable speaking distance and then sat down. “I did not expect to find another here. Are you…” She searched about in her brain for something to talk about. “Are you trying to keep out of the rain here? The trees do offer some coverage.” Internally, she cringed. What a stupid thing to say. No one ever enjoyed talking about the weather. Dominika took in the girl’s grey pelage, the soft eyes. What was a girl like this doing on her own? Of course, she thought to herself, someone could ask the same of her.