Sunset Valley he stole her youth

silatuyok tilts her head slightly, watching him with curious eyes. her fur shifts softly in the breeze, and her stance is open, but cautious. she does not press him further, but the silence holds her own quiet weight.
her voice breaks the stillness once more, her accent thick but her words steady, eyes intent. where... home? she asks, watching him with quiet sincerity. where is your home...? her gaze softens, her tone warm but laced with something deep, as though she, too, has known the ache of not knowing where one belongs.