Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

Once received, respectfully, Opalia dipped her snout and smoothed it into a slow nod. Hei, she returned, a small greeting of her own, and an anchor for her when she felt so looked upon.. so seen. She attempted not to stall her thoughts there, and instead, chalked it up to their relative unfamiliarity so face to face as this; she had yet to have a real reason to become well-acquainted with the pale-furred healer.

The explanation to come, thankfully, gave plenty else--though she felt as if she did not understand exactly, it was enough to get her close. Given everyone that they had lost, any way to soothe the departed souls was worth a moment. She breathed a soft sigh, feeling the sadness rise as she thought of them, gone. The mountain had gained too many graves. Is there anything I can do to help? the pale warrior asked.