Myth's normal chipper demeanor had shifted completely, almost as if a whole new wolf stood in the mangroves, concern creasing her brow. The woman was beginning to speak raw emotion pouring from her jaw and Myth found herself moving forwards, mud colored paws taking herself right up next to the woman and seating herself beside her. Then the Destruction leaned in slightly, allowing her shoulder to brush against the unknown woman. Offering quite literally a shoulder to cry on. Mismatched gaze rested upon the woman, drinking in all that she said. "August is the name of the man who caused me this grief."
Myth did her best to keep her surprise under wraps. She had met him once, and while she had once upon a time maybe thought him cute she had sought no real connection with him. She had been there, done that and if the loss of "Kura" was any indication it seemed history had a habit of repeating itself. Myth offered the woman a small reassuring smile; as she struggled to reign herself in. A name was offered and Myth nodded smiling again. "Myth Destruction." She offered in return.
Nona dissipated into more sobbing then and worry once more marred the young woman's face. "Do you want to talk about it?" She offered lightly, almost hesitantly.
