Redhawk Caldera strangers get born, strangers get buried

"Confidence suits you, sis! Wear it more often," Dwin smiled at Sylvie kindly and leaned to press her shoulder against her reassuringly. It would be a long-long-long and winding road for her older sibling to reach that inner-Sylvieness, where she would feel happy and comfortable in being exactly, who she was, and no longer attempting and failing to conform to, what society thought a wolf should be. But Dwin made herself a promise there and then that she would be there to help her sister along. Not attempt to change her, but praise, where it was due and earned, and smooth over, when the faith in her own strength would leave her. 

"Let's do all then," Dwin agreed. 

I think this is a good place to fade out and I can start a private one, when they are on their way to Moon-packs (Fire Hot Springs, perhaps?) and then follow with the rest.