She sat quietly, listening to the sounds of the chirping birds and staring into the moors that held the only chance, she thought, of recovering her splintered memory. But she could not get herself to move forward, as if roots had grown up from the ground and were holding her in place. Erie wanted to know, desperately, but it was also the memory that had fueled her this far. If she wasn't chasing the memories, then what would she have? What if her family was nothing like she thought? She began to back away, shaking her head, suddenly full of doubt. Things... happened for a reason, right? The white hare had proven that, it had proven that there was somewhere there, watching out for her. Maybe... maybe there was a reason she didn't remember. Erie audibly groaned, shaking her head.

Fortunately, she wasn't left to stew in her thoughts for very long. Her ears flicked to catch a strange noise that was growing louder, a choking noise, or crying, or something like that... Erie turned around, suddenly curious and very distracted from her earlier train of thought. She didn't have to look for the source of the sobbing as it seemed to stumble right into her as she passed through a crack between two boulders, it was a great beast of a wolf who looked absolutely distraught. She took a few startled steps backwards, before peering out with just her angular head exposed. The language that he spoke in made no sense to her, though she could almost feel his sadness, tugging at her in waves.

Though she didn't understand, she felt the odd urge to comfort the larger male. She lowered her posture, giving a few comforting waves of her tail as she took a few steps forward. "I'm sorry, I--I don't understand." She sniffed at him, trying to see if he was injured, but he only carried the salty smell of tears, not the sweet smell of blood. "Erie, She said, raising her paw to her chest, her brows furrowing in concern. Maybe someone had died, or someone was chasing him. She just didn't know why he would be so upset, but she wanted to help. She wanted to figure out his story some way or another. "Is... Is there some way I can help you?" She offered him a small smile, and waved her tail again. Perhaps they couldn't understand each other's language, but she could at least make her intentions clear.