Don't be wasting your time

She would have turned and been off again, perhaps stealing away to find Jinxx back within the den. She hadn't felt such wrenching of her heart in days, since she had first caught the scent of the she wolf's newborn pups. She wouldn't catch on to the other girl's nerves and she would barely register the words that left her maw. Not even the girl's foot steps would bring her focus on the other being, but her words would beg attention. ?It seemed always Valhallan wolves would be helpful, no matter the circumstance. In the end Twig knew not how to answer her, she was not okay but.. "yes, I'm alright." still trying to avert her gaze, "Just. Sad." she would try and look to the female, her bodice moving just a tad. It was likely now Emer could see the cross marking, not that she would recognize the symbol as family resemblance right off. She was a smaller she wolf, around the same size as Twig. Pretty, and with the scent of babies. Though a male? No such scent would reside upon her. Twig would make no assumptions but would note the void.?