A thousand silhouettes

"If there was, I wouldn't know. I only joined days ago. I'm sorry." The pit of her stomach clenched as she imaged the girl off walking around on her own. She was bound to have something bad happen to her. "Maybe Dante could let you shelter here for awhile? I mean, I don't think he would let anyone go out with a twisted ankle like that." She pointed to her paw with her nose. "But if he doesn't, I could always come walk you back to your Pack. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Besides I have nothing better to do." She shrugged and looked back at the wolf, "My name is Lupa by the way. What's yours?"