The moment her stomach growls, I feel my lips scowl thoughtfully. I know automatically that I will bring her food, whether she accepts it or not. She looks like she's not eating well and I can tell by her figure that she's recently given birth. I don't see a pup around her anywhere but perhaps she had them hide so she could explore a little or something? It's none of my business really so I won't pry but I'm already worried about her like I know her. At least I do know her name now. She's so down that it gets to me on a level I never thought.

As she opens her lips, I look up politely, expectantly, but her mouth closes right again and the air feels awkward around us, like someone should be talking but no one knows what to say. I see so many emotions in her eyes every time I look at her that it's so hard to read what she must be feeling. I know she's hurting; that much is obvious. She just seems so alone...which is exactly how I feel rigt now too.

She tells me she was born in Iromar. Our worlds are already so different. I know well the legends, how Iromar and Diveen used to be vicious enemies, how Demons and Angels went to war and then Aithne stepped up and brought peace for the lands with her. She united the packs and made friends. I wonder what it's like to grow up in a swamp, to hear those stories from the other side of the fence. I nod in acknowledgement as she lets me know she lives here now. It's not something I would expect someone to tell a stranger and yet she's telling me. As she adds another part in, my brow rises, my lip twitching toward a smile. Her sudden narrowed eyes give me pause though. Is she expecting me to lose it over a pup? I've always been good with kids. I used to play with the younger wolves in Diveen and I was wanting to get to know Bella's younger brother before they vanished.

She's so blunt, telling me the father is dead and now I know why she's hurting. It must be recent. My eyes widen like a deer in the headlights, my lips parting but of course I don't know what to say. It seems I didn't have to say anything though because she's moving on, almost yelling now about how he didn't have to do it, about how he got revenge. My face crumbles, understanding blossoming in my eyes. He must have died trying to do something for her. I don't know what happened to her but it doesn't matter. She lost the wolf she loves because he did something for her and didn't make it. I wonder if she blames herself. She sounds angry but I see the pain more than anything. Her last words are the last straw.

Before I know it, I'm moving toward her, slowly but with no hesitation. I wrap my neck around her and pull her to my chest, holding her there to let her cry or scream or whatever she wants to do. When I do pull back, i look back over the crags and then back at her with a smirk. "You know what you need? You need to scream it out. Come on, on the count of three." I sit beside her and tilt my head up, taking a deep breath and waiting for her cue, my eyes practically daring her.
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