Spirited Away

She could smell her approach, and when her name fell from her sisters lips, she twitched an ear and quietly shifted over to offer her a place beside her. She would remain quiet for a time still, staring up at the stars as she tried to discern any potential signs. But the sky was so choked up with ash that she could barely make out even a single one. Frustrated, she sighed and looked down into the canyon. "They've been quiet since the eruption." She murmured, her frustrated tone evident. She had gotten quite used to the whispering and screaming in her ear, but now she felt unsettled the longer they remained quiet.

Without looking at Belle, she added "I'm sorry about what I said in that meeting. Clearly you're doing a better job then Hannibal has ever done so far. Even if I don't approve of you making friends with slaves." She hadn't quite bothered to keep up with the goings on in the pack since she returned.

"Can you see me?"