Northstar Vale she may contain the urge to run away

Warm. Welcoming. Meadow could feel the urge to be accepted grow within her--time and again, a hearth and home had never worked out for the diminutive girl. And as much as she tried to stomp out her growing hope, she could not stop the feeling of relief beginning to blossom in her chest.

A small pack. A needed healer. A possible home.

She swallowed thickly, tipping her head lower, allowing her rust-tipped tail to curl at her haunch. "Congratulations on your family," she offered, her own thoughts swimming with a dark man's own brood for a moment before her gaze flickered back to the lovely woman. "I... Can I prove my worth to you?"