Raven's Watch Souärr

Ayovi’s teeth glint into a small smile as she reaches to paw fondly at the woman’s shoulder a moment, then relaxes the limb within layers of earthly pelt. This closeness comforts when she is here, and will sustain her when she is gone.
The blue gaze freezes, face softening with a small ache of disappointment that melts into a sigh. Bracken’s pack was a place she might have also come to belong, too. But there is pride in a solo existence, or so Faust would have her believe.
“Is it lonely?” Ayovi asks, eyes wondering.