Little Grains of Sand

Irie's eyes widened with understanding, and she nodded solemnly. "I see. No, that is just... not what I'm interested. To limit where I go, to limit wolves as the packs up North do... No, I could never do that," she answered with a firm shake of her head. She listened again as that but trailed off, and the boy's voice would break for a moment. The woman would rise and nuzzle the boy's shoulder, sitting close to him with her fur brushing his; a comfort.

"I understand," she murmured, resting her head on his. "I understand completely." She stayed there, silent, for a few moments, before withdrawing her head and looking at him. She had not lost her family, but she knew others had - had her parents disappeared, she would have done everything she could to find them. If not for herself, then for her younger sister. It was that thought that caused her to have a snap decision, and she'd keep her eyes on the young man. "If you'd like," she spoke softly, tone genuine, "I can help you find her. You are young; you should know of your mother... and you should not go alone." It was the least she could do for the young man, this young Diamachi.

"Speech"