Whitewater Gorge The Scars on My Mind Are on Replay, R-Replay

Miriam was unfamiliar to any packs besides Firebirds, Moonspear, and of course, Neverwinter. She had heard a notorious group was around, but besides that, was peacefully unaware of the rest. She especially didn't know what Reanian Empire was, finding the name pleasant to the ears, but still of unknown origins.

She looked at the two in pity, inching a bit closer each time. When the little boy said that their parents were dead, the mother wanted to wrap them up in warmth and hug them so, but she only reached out a paw, and hesitated. It went back to the ground, but was open if they wanted the invitation for a decent hug.

"Then.. Would you like to come with me?" The maiden offered to the two.