[ There's not much in the way of concern towards the newcomers, at least not for the most part. Lauralae knows that by being here she is bringing attention to herself, hiding away in the corners and carving from wood. She is doing what she can to force herself to adjust to the suddenness of being thrust into society, of being forced into being around people when all she wants to do is flee to the forests once more...
It is somewhat painful, but she is managing as best she can. Her body feels heavy with the weight of the expectation and her eyes still dart around, here and there, drinking in with panic each look and gaze that is sent her way. She's more like a wild, feral cat than a person, darting away and tucking herself into smaller balls the more people that emerge.
She flinches, just a little, at Ellie's arrival, but says nothing for some time. Her attention seems completely captivated by the coywolf who sniffles closer and she offers a hand, as if calmed by the company of a wolf. ]
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It is somewhat painful, but she is managing as best she can. Her body feels heavy with the weight of the expectation and her eyes still dart around, here and there, drinking in with panic each look and gaze that is sent her way. She's more like a wild, feral cat than a person, darting away and tucking herself into smaller balls the more people that emerge.
She flinches, just a little, at Ellie's arrival, but says nothing for some time. Her attention seems completely captivated by the coywolf who sniffles closer and she offers a hand, as if calmed by the company of a wolf. ]
What is her name?