I Hate You, I Love You... Wait, who's this?

Huata would hear the young woman's tone of both sadness and jealously. The thought of her being alone because her uncle was with another she-wolf, kind of surprised her. The dame's topaz orbs shifted slightly from the ground over to the younger she-wolf, who seemed to be a year old. She was definitely pretty, but she did have a spoiled outlook upon her, but, Huata did not wish to dwell on that fact for very long. Whenever someone was sad, it was nice to be a friend and try to comfort them as best you can. Huata stood up and sat down beside her, almost as if a mother would comfort a young child who was afraid or sad of something, in this case, the stranger was sad that her uncle had seemed to not pay much attention to her, thus, making her a bit envious of the woman that took her uncle away from her attention.

"I am sorry that he would not seem to heed you or things you wish to do or say to him. But, he seemed to think that maybe you are an adult in his eyes, and he wanted to maybe have someone else to be with for a little while. I'm sure that he still loves you, but, all wolves will have loved ones and even pups to look after," the cr?me and orange dame would pause for a couple seconds before continuing, "I may not know you, but I can tell that you are a strong wolf who cares about her uncle dearly. And, if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come and find me, for I always like to talk to someone and help them if they ever needed it."