Luneshale Pass sion

Well, at least the guy was sitting up now. So, that was some progress but distressing him hadn't been her agenda. Especially when she was snack sized compared to this weeping fella.

The language barrier was making it complicated to try comforting the crying stranger. Wulfwynn stared in bewilderment and sadness, wanting to make things better for him. If only they could communicate...

Maybe actions could speak just as loudly. After all, wolves were blessed with emotive forms for a reason.

Wulfwynn gently drew closer, flat on her belly with her ears flat to show she was of no threat. She nudged his elbow with a soft nose, drawing back in hopes of getting his attention between his sobbing. She gave him a concerned little whimper and whine. 

She pointed at herself repeatedly as she woofed, fluffy tail wagging in a show of friendship and play. "Wulfwynn!" The wildling tried giving a friendly smile before pointing at him in hopes of getting a name. 

Names always made things less spooky.