I'll admit I'm sorry, not sorry

Modesty wasn't used to others asking to join her. Whether it was because others viewed her as generally unapproachable, or on the opposite swing, her children didn't feel the need to ask, it was a novel experience to have Kestrel approach her in such a way. She gave him an easy smile and gestured to the empty space alongside her, inviting him to make himself comfortable, a gesture of her paw to the laid out snacks an open invitation to help himself while she finished chewing on her strip of dried fish.

She allowed the silence to pass for a moment before she asked, "How did you come to find yourself almost drowned last night? Should we look for others?" The questions were gentle things, not demanding as one might expect. If there was a chance of other survivors, she'd rather have her wolves keeping an eye out.

"speech"