Gypsy Flee

Gwen looked up as another wolf's scent struck her, only to see a young girl taking shelter much as she was. The girl was spotted similarly to Gwen's father and siblings, and Gwen smiled to see her. They were hardly the only family to have such markings, but it made her happy to think that this youth could possibly be in some descended from the Mathias-Adravendis. A bittersweet happiness, knowing that she wouldn't give her parents grandchildren herself. Bittersweet, not even knowing if they were still alive, or if she would ever find them. "Hello yourself! I don't mind at all. In fact, I insist you stay. It is much too unpleasant out to wish that sort of weather on anyone. You haven't been travelling far in this, have you?" she added with a touch of concern for the kid. Old enough to be out on her own, but still...