"I see." A loaded statement of understanding. Yet her head tilted and she seemed to regard him differently. Perhaps it was pity. Or maybe, just maybe, the woman who had been so forcefully ousted from her home, her pack, her very way of existence, understood. She could not explain all that, but her eyes softened and she seemed to nod to herself, a decision made. He had not been alone when his journey began, and that was telling. She felt it less likely he was the betrayer if he'd fled with another. But why the separation? So many uncertainties. Still, Kuwindwa was far from heartless. She wanted to help him, but she wondered if the wolves of the Vale would put their faith in her, if... if he was really a risk. "I am sorry to hear it. I... did not leave my pack by choice, either."
Kuwindwa could not bear to linger on that statement and pressed on by answering his former question:
Do you feel more like a wolf now?
"I have renewed purpose in Quaking Vale," she nodded, but her head argued silently, that some part of her was too broken to repair and too empty to fill again. She would never be whole. Maybe that was the empty that always seemed to linger just behind those bronze eyes, even when she flashed a rare smile... a smile that briefly graced her maw at that very moment. "The Vale is... a haven, of sorts." A sanctuary, if the likes of @Larkspur and @Sahalie were to be believed. "I would leave you to your meal, Tikhon. But if you are interested in something fresher, you know where our borders are. I patrol often. Do as you will, but... if there is any aid I might render you, I will offer what I am able."
The sound of hoofbeats, of leaves stirred by more than just wind prompted the woman's head to turn for a brief moment. Deer. And so near their lost member... her eyes returned to the agouti male. The smile was no longer present, but if there was one thing Kuwindwa's gaze was, it was genuine. That flash of a smile was more than most wolves got on a first meeting and would likely be the last for a long while, and her indirect offer to take him to her pack remained open. She did not leave right away, pondering if her words were the right ones—she had not done this in years—but there they were, and he was free to have his say.