Immediately, it was clear something was dreadfully wrong with the stranger. Her words came out sluggish and uneven, as though each one was a struggle to form. Kirain’s brow furrowed as she silently studied the she-wolf before her.

No, I’m the one who’s sorry, she murmured gently. I appreciate you trying to help my daughter. I just didn’t understand what I was seeing, and she was so distressed. You have children of your own?

Her expression softened. Wonderful little things, aren’t they? Absolute lights of my life.

Her voice faded as her eyes lingered on the stranger’s ragged form. The poor creature needed help, that much was obvious, but how much could she offer without seeming overbearing? The last thing she wanted was to drive her away.

You should eat, she said after a pause. It doesn’t look like you’ve had a decent meal in some time. Perhaps, once you’re done, I can help you get cleaned up, and then find you a place to rest? You’re more than welcome here within Camhanaich. This is a safe space for all those in need.

The little dame didn’t know what to expect, nor quite how to proceed. All she knew was that she wanted, more than anything, to help.