Rising Sun Valley comin' around the mountain

[size=xx-small]Sorry I'm late![/size]

The silver fae felt a weight on her shoulders, something that could not be lifted. She had walked away from a dying wolf, and for what reason? She had been angry. From that night on she had had nightmares about the dying wolf haunting her, even after she had returned to her normal self. The sounds of talking snapped her out of her reverend, and she made her way cautiously to where she had heard them.

Silverfeather greeted both the wolves quickly, then turned to the injured one. "Please, can I help somehow?" she craned her neck to get a better look at the possible fractured or sprained leg, but was afraid to touch it without the strangers permission.