[Third howl, soon enough, even closer. There's intervals between them, as if the carrier of this voice whirling in the air is hoping for reply. In some ways, she is, out of instinct. She knows no one else here does this, but she still remains... hopeful. There's no other wolves to answer her, and yet this is for everyone else, for her own sake as well. It doesn't cross her mind that it can sound eerie, as if she's the beginning of some ghost story. To her it's nothing more than a call as song, please sing back, she knows someone's left behind, whoever you are, you're not alone.
She manages five, all varying in length, each drawing nearer. Then, finally, after the stretch of the longest silence after the fifth, she finds the hut this furthest stray has stowed herself away in. She's been spending this whole journey tending to, and it doesn't come to mind in the least that she may be an unwelcome visitor. With folded ears, she lets herself in, her whimpers almost inaudible, voice tired, and while normally, she'd go to the lying Allura to greet her in a canine's way, let nose find fingers, she skips this formality knowing she must be tired, knowing she needs warmth.
If she's lucky enough, she's not being chased out, or having anything thrown at her, because she's lowering to lay down beside her, with the presence of some gentle large dog who could easily have been Allura's longtime companion. Putting her side against her is deliberate, she wants to share warmth, of which she has plenty to give away, and she wants to shield her from the breeze seeping through the opening, and with this same protectiveness, she simply lets her head rest on her stomach to add it to the blankets as more cover. It must be strange, but she doesn't growl, never shows a tip of a tooth, and overall, lacks anything menacing about her in disposition.
The howls have stopped entirely, however. That's to be certain.]
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She manages five, all varying in length, each drawing nearer. Then, finally, after the stretch of the longest silence after the fifth, she finds the hut this furthest stray has stowed herself away in. She's been spending this whole journey tending to, and it doesn't come to mind in the least that she may be an unwelcome visitor. With folded ears, she lets herself in, her whimpers almost inaudible, voice tired, and while normally, she'd go to the lying Allura to greet her in a canine's way, let nose find fingers, she skips this formality knowing she must be tired, knowing she needs warmth.
If she's lucky enough, she's not being chased out, or having anything thrown at her, because she's lowering to lay down beside her, with the presence of some gentle large dog who could easily have been Allura's longtime companion. Putting her side against her is deliberate, she wants to share warmth, of which she has plenty to give away, and she wants to shield her from the breeze seeping through the opening, and with this same protectiveness, she simply lets her head rest on her stomach to add it to the blankets as more cover. It must be strange, but she doesn't growl, never shows a tip of a tooth, and overall, lacks anything menacing about her in disposition.
The howls have stopped entirely, however. That's to be certain.]