Silverlight Terrace Drop Dead Diva

Wraen as well as her narrator had forgotten for a moment that they knew Vela well and, who could blame them, when so much time had passed and when in the dark of the night all wolves - white, agouti, grey and dark - looked alike? She was taken aback by, what she interpreted to be a very hostile greeting, and retreated a bit, expressing all the calming signals that were in the canine etiquette book. And it was not until the other began to speak, that a recognition hit her and a shadow of a smile and a laugh flashed in her features. 

"Either is fine," she shrugged, not remembering, how she had begun her acquaintance with Vela and now with Charon dead it did not matter either. "You are mourning your father," she said softly. "I heard about the sad news recently. My sincerest condolences."