Swiftcurrent Creek speaking softly through the night

She wasn't alone with her thoughts for long, and that was probably a good thing. Her mind had a tendency to wander farther than she could track on her own, losing herself in staring upward until someone knocked her out of it. This time she was still mostly aware of her surroundings when she heard the running steps, her gaze drawn toward the sound while she lifted her nose curiously.

It was another of those sibling-scents, one she hadn't met before, so Morena wasn't afraid. At least, not until they came into sight, and she saw them falter. Her ears pricked forward and then laid back, concern slowly rising as the sibling-stranger spoke, and then sat and looked at her like there was a monster behind her. She checked, just to be sure, but the clearing was still empty except the two of them.

Are...you okay? Except that's maybe the wrong question because they definitely look not-okay. Morena takes a few hesitant steps closer, not wanting to overstep but still drawn forward. Can I help?