The girl would look at her with a start, caught off guard by their sudden proximity. She would confirm that she felt as terrible as she looks. The little creature would rush forward, growling and bristling, as though he could really stop her. She would ignore the little pest, focusing instead on the sickly she-wolf. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Her crown tipped fractionally to the side, her eyes narrowing in speculation. Haunches reclined, her tail curling around her hips, she kept distance between them, not wanting to catch whatever illness her body harbored. Her red face was uninterested, void of anything. It didn't matter, the silver woman didn't particularly want to be in the company of someone sick. She only wanted answers. And she would get them.
