Geminia knew little of all of the tragedy that had befallen the pack she had chosen to make her home in, all she knew was that she could now take steps to better herself and help her pack through learning. “I imagine… I have been hoping for rain every night… something I never thought I would do before. I hate the rain, but this drought has really put things into perspective for me in that regard.” She admitted with a frown on her features. She recalled a few times catching a cold from being caught in the rain when she had been just a pup, and she loathed wet fur… and yet, there she was, wanting nothing more than a torrential downpour to hit.

Her smile grew a little more, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “I want to help her… when I met her, she was so… sad.” Gem frowned at the very thought. “She told me what happened to her mom… any way I can help at all to remove some of the burden from those still grieving, I will do.” That went for Woya too.