The Sentinels The Peaceful Silence of Forests

Creed was quick to read into the unspoken drop of the subject, and she shifted into a more pleasant conversation. We, too, are from far away. Far up the coast to the North. We came here as souls adrift to find somewhere where fonder memories might be made. She revealed a bit more of her history in hopes it might gloss over some unease. 

Creed took a hesitant step closer to find more comfortable ground for her paws rather than the prickly undergrowth they had been resting upon. Creation is a divine task for any wolf. Purpose has been a fleeting thought in my life, never given much thought. You appear to have the determination for it, though. Her tone was sweet in reference to his tone as he spoke. A gentle smile appeared.