Altar of Twilight Hey Dark Eyes

The pale female nodded to him then. Acknowledging his words with a thoughtfulness of her own. I do admit that you have done very well. Do not be afraid to tell me if you ever wish to go, though. It was a gentle nudge of reassurance. Creed was familiar with the itch of independence. That same itch had ended with her in the situation she was now.

The she wolf settled into a resting position on a comfortable bed of grass and placed her head atop her paws with a wide yawn. Pale yellow eyes remained closed for a moment before they cracked open to look at the multi-colored yearling. What was your family like, Hviske? Her voice was already drifting to drowsy, but she had neglected to ask him until this very moment. The atmosphere of calm was what prompted her to finally pry as to exactly what had been the catalyst for his leaving. 

It was admittedly rude to pry into the life of another, but Creed had bypassed it out of a hope that Hviske would not find her question offensive.