Hushed Willows A Lone World

there was always a bit of tentatively when meeting new wolves; a lingering uncertainty to how they would perceive her and it lingers stronger now with the coming season creeping closer and closer to her as her biological clock begins the final countdown. the stranger had the fact that she was a woman going for her, though, and it soothes the worst of worheda's prickliness which was reserved mostly for those of the male species.

hei, praimfaya replies, the trigedasleng spilling from betwixt her lips easily; forgetting herself for a moment. it has been months since she's seen natshana and opalia... and though she desperately wishes to communicate once more in her native tongue ( really, her mother's tongue ), praimfaya knows that until she had children it might be some time before she got that chance.

have you settled here? praimfaya inquires, gesturing lightly with a small movement of her muzzle to the willows. though it's true she did not smell any lingering scents upon the path she took, nor upon the pelage of the woman ...she understands that means little.