Tagged: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Even though she knew these strangers were allowed here, at least for a little while, Tethys felt odd with them hanging around. She wasn't really a big fan of things changing - no, she'd much rather things stay exactly the same - but she was getting old enough that she knew things didn't stay the same forever. She and her siblings were growing up, and soon enough they'd be yearlings. Though she wasn't all that different from when she was younger, she did know she felt increasingly different than most wolves, even her siblings sometimes, and fitting in anywhere felt... difficult.

Sensing a stranger nearby, she watched the girl - who looked to be about half her age, still closer to pup than adult - quietly. Tethys wasn't really sure what she was doing and studying her for a long while, hidden around the base of a particularly large tree, didn't give her much insight. It seemed like she was imagining something, but then she sounded sad.. and for no reason at all? Tethys furrowed her dark brow as she finally decided to emerge, curiosity outweighing her desire to continue studying the girl. "Are you sad? You sound sad," she pointed out. Relating to others was difficult for her unless she had very clear indicators, but without a reason for her sadness the galaxy-marked girl felt even more confused.