Hushed Willows Stealthy, like a ninja

You'll see. She answered Dakota, a bit dismissive of her inquiry. She didn't know how one of her spawn could be a bit scared and jumpy, it certainly didn't come from her side. Maybe there'd been something wrong with the father, but she might never know for sure. She didn't plan on running into the many men that could've sired D&D again and silently prayed her daughters wouldn't get suspicious of the fact they didn't have a father nearby.

The man who approached her immediately felt familiar. His voice was deeper now, but she was certain she recognized him from somewhere. The other man didn't, so she probably didn't meet them at the same time. She shushed Dakota with a lick on her forehead and pushed herself a bit lower to appear submissive. Dakota, we do need help. She told her daughter, then turned to the many wolves that had come to greet them.

Hiya, I'm Chusi - Chusi Fearghal. Her trademark greeting with a smile was given. These two 're Dakota and Dorea. We've come from Swiftcurrent Creek seekin' a pretty permanent place ta stay. They probably would ask for an explanation as to why she left, but for now this was plenty. Maybe they didn't even have room for them. I'mma fighter 'n a scout - a pretty good fisher as well.