It wasn't long before a snowy vixen had shown up, calling out for a wolf named Ameira. Seemingly confused and saddened when Milo wasn't who she was looking for. Milo's ears swiveled to her first and then her cranium turned towards the white ess who had started approaching her border. Standing to her grey paws; her tail instinctively curling up over her dorsum in a position that showed she ruled over these lands. That she was the Queen here. Though her plume swayed slightly in a friendly manner. She saw the look on the femmes facial structure; it was grief stricken and it made Milo want to help this vixen who had found her way at her borders. Because it wasn't often that any wolf had shown up at her borders; it was seldom nowadays and if she could help this varg; she would.
Taking a few steps forward; her grey paws connecting with the earth softly each time, she met the snowy vixen halfway. Offering a small smile she looked her over; didn't seem like there were any wounds. It just seemed as if she was emotionally hurt by the look in her pools.
Her lyrics were soft and rolled off her tongue as if nothing had happened, looking at the femme with her head cocked to the side a little, ears perked as if a small pup was looking at the wolfess.