hands on your knees

"I'm very glad to meet you, Cierzo. I love to hear stories of who people are and where they've been. But only if they want to tell it." She said, her voice soft and musical. Speaking for the sake of speaking, to fill the silence in the little hollow in a bid to put the other wolf at ease.


She noticed how still the other wolf held herself when she brushed her coat and let her paw fall back to her side. She twisted slightly to rummage behind her and grabbed a bowl half filled with water that she collected in case she was thirsty in the night. "You can use this to wash some of the dirt from your face and paws if you wish" She suggested, leaving it near the other woman. There was something oddly fragile about this girl, and it was something Raka wasn't accustomed to. Despite being only a yearling herself, and not a very well travelled one at that (yet). She felt older then this teary eyed woman.


"I'm sorry. Sometimes it helps to chase away a nightmare by talking about it. But if you don't want to do that, perhaps I could tell a story?" She suggested, wanting to distract Cierzo from whatever had frightened her.