Blacktail Deer Plateau anyone who knows what love is

The woman was still quiet, clearly contemplating…. She disclosed the question, she would not answer. ‘I’m fine” were her words, she nodded. Pressing further was not something she would do, and understood that. 
Though the woman seemed to ache for something….

She smiled small, then asked how she had been. Greyfalcon hadn’t been asked how she was in a while. She had been focusing so much on her pack mates and slightly dwelling on a past relation, a friend that she hadn’t seen in years, and years.

“I am, okay. Thank you Meadow. I am still breathing and living with the pack. Enjoying time with my adoptive nice and nephew.” By adopted she always referred to Solveig’s kid’s due to their close connection. She herself, wasn’t sure if she would, or even cold have any.