The wind whispered

A soft smile appeared on Gwyndolyn's pointed muzzle as Novella confirmed it'd be fine for them to continue. A quick bob of her head and she would proceed once more... but this time she made to keep pace with the other woman, her head tilting again. She spoke softly, sheepishly, her ears splaying as she said, "I have never seen the ocean. It must be something you are used to. We... we lived near a river that ran into a lake. It was immense! I have heard of oceans but I cannot imagine one... so I wish to see it." The girl's words were almost tentative, as if she felt out the way with a metaphorical foot before taking a step forward. She spoke of a pack she was no longer part of - one she would rather not speak of at length. So, naturally, she hesitated to mention it at all... even in passing.

Novella didn't ask - or need - to know more about Gwyn. And that made her shy to go on, afraid to say more. But she only smiled a little, pretending she was never worried about little things like that - never concerned if she could help it.