Ravenshook Cliffs don't cry for me, my dear

sorry for the wait!

It feels alien, confiding in a stranger. So much of her life has been surrounded by her sisters and mothers and other bearhunter warriors that meeting new faces was a rarity. As she waits, the words hang heavy on her tongue. She wonders if she has said too much, perhaps.

It is as Ursula listens to her gentle reply that she finds the relief finally comes.

She listens betwixt ocean rumbles as the stranger offers her shelter. Seafoam eyes light up at the thought of a warm sleep. "If that's okay, I'd like that a lot," she offers a genuine smile. 

"You should probably know the name of someone if you're taking them back to your den." It was embarrassing, really, that she hadn't introduced herself yet. "I'm Ursula. Do you have family near?"