She couldn't help the smile that feigned her lips as the older wolfs ears pivoted back. And when Nuvts’eyaȟa’ curled closer to her Eidola did the same allowing herself to embrace the pressure and closeness in comfortable silence as if they were old friends. And there did lie a sense of familiarity, she felt comfortable around her, didn't feel as though they were mere strangers; she gave her more than her own mother had.

Eidola's nose swept closer, pitching tightly toward the other womans own so her muzzle was mere inches away from the touch on her shoulder. Tail thumped lightly against the soil, she had never experienced such understanding with so little words. She found her worries, her mind settling into the silence they shared.

"good," there was a short nod, and a breath a great weight lifting from her shoulders ❝ yes...this is good ❞ she agreed and she realized in that breath that she didn't want her to leave. So she curled in tighter, tucking her head beneath the other girls chin and into her chest, a silent plead. Stay.

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❝ speech ❞

cloud lash did not need many words.
her eyes, soft with something like peace, followed the movement of the older woman as she pressed close. when eidola tucked herself beneath her chin, cloud lash stilled— shock, at most, that another woman outside of the valley. this was sacred, wasn’t it? to be chosen. to be wanted. to be asked, silently, to stay.
she exhaled slow. nodded once. firm.
yes.
a breath later, she pressed her cheek against the crown of eidola’s head, and her tail curled around them both. she'd stay. and then, she would show her the valley. her home. and her wetu.