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Skye was slightly surprised at Evelyn's appearance - the usually happy woman seemed very tired and exhausted, and her eyes drooped as well as her tail. She also seemed a bit haunted, like she was anxious and on edge a bit. Skye was a bit worried about the wolfdog now, and she stepped inside at her offering and sat down in the chair, touched at the woman's hospitality.
"How are you doing, Evelyn?" she asked the pack member. "Have you been well?" The woman's house was very nice, Skye reflected; all the wooden furniture seemed to have things on them added by Evelyn, and if she were to look around closer, she'd see some more crafts, she thought. She was happy the woman was crafting and making things, but it didn't seem like she had been doing so lately; she wondered what was wrong with her pack member. She didn't want them being sad, but would rather them be happy in the pack, treating each other like family.