Honeyed Pasture I Can Go the Distance

That... didn't look good. Footsteps paused as she watched the other walk — trudge across the field like she was on some sort of deranged auto-pilot. It was a sad state, one she recognized and related to. It hadn't been that long since her husband had passed away ("He was murdered.") after all. The lifeless being that moved like she was in a hellish trance was eerie, haunting, even. But this did not dissuade the valkyrie from adjusting course to intercept the other.

Hey, She called out, closing the distance between them, though not coming close enough to burst her bubble of personal space. Here, Keres was able see how bedraggled and harrowed the other looked. She'd been through some kind of hell and while others might have pried, the silver wolf was content letting her story remain unknown. You look like you haven't had a proper rest in a while. She wondered if her paws had started to crack and bleed yet. Could she stop her before she hit that point? Only time would tell.