Silvertip Mountain it is your blood in my veins, tell me how i'm supposed to forget

It's actually Alya, not Ayla XD

"He - "

Alya stopped short of calling after the woman. Better not, she thought to herself, halfway between regret and cowardly relief. It was hard, talking to people, and Cascada's sorrow seemed almost too big for words. If she'd been Lyra or Hydra, or even one of her other packmates... Alya didn't know for certain. It just came naturally, in those situations. A shoulder to lean on, a lingering look, an impromptu hunt. Speech was rarely necessary between herself and her sisters, and she just didn't know how to comfort someone with whom she did not share such a bond.

It made her plans somewhat daunting, but Alya was still determined to go through with them. The dark girl turned and went back the way she'd come.