Yara watched as the other wolf approached, her own golden eyes mirroring the concern she saw reflected in the other's gaze. She nodded in acknowledgment of the thanks, taking a step back to give her more space.
"I haven't seen Lord Oleander's father, no," Yara replied, her voice soft but clear. "I know he's been searching for him, and we're all hoping for his safe return." Her ears flicked back slightly, sympathy evident in her expression.
When Wilder's name was mentioned, Yara's eyes softened. "Wilder is on the other side of the Col, helping with the efforts there. He's been doing well, keeping his spirits up." She hesitated, then added, "I'll make sure to pass on that you're looking for him. Stay safe out there."
Yara dipped her head in a small, respectful bow before taking another step back, her heart heavy with the weight of the other wolf's worries.
