She heard as the woman requested only her company, and could hear the emotions in her voice, betraying how she truly felt. Skye herself was almost a master of hiding these emotions, allowing them to escape only when it was almost overwhelming her. So it was strange to her when this woman, someone she did not know, someone who may even consider Skye as a rival, revealed her raw emotions to her with those simple words - it was not within Skye's nature to do so.
However, she did not judge the woman, or scrutinize her. Her pups wriggled and yelped a bit in her arms, and she hugged them closer to her, ensuring them that they were safe. "Are you Alyssum?" Skye asked softly, no animosity in her voice; she knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from the woman herself. "Jazper spoke of you," she said, her voice quiet once more - betraying no emotion, but not hiding her demeanor - soft, quiet, unlike her usual self. She had felt it, ever since Jazper uttered those words, ever since her pups had been born - ever since the line of tragedies had struck the pack, one after another, leaving only Skye with healthy pups, leaving only the alpha with children unscathed.
The way that the woman spoke - sad, defeated - did not escape Skye, and she relaxed her pose, stepping back to allow the woman into the d'Arte territory. "Let's walk," she said amiably - there was no hostility there.
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