Edie was not sure what she had been expecting with returning to the pack home that had once been her sanctuary, but it wasn't the chaos that she walked into as she stepped over the threshold. She'd expected to see familiar pack members and the quiet that she'd always been accustomed to - save for one member who had, admittedly, not really been a pack member but rather... tolerated for her sake. But the smells and sounds that she was assaulted with were unfamiliar, save for her Alpha, and for a moment Edie considered bolting back onto the street and avoiding this situation entirely. But no, this was the only home she had left, and she needed to face whatever came next, even if it... seemed to be an unfamiliar redhead yelling. If it weren't for the nerves that bubbled in the pit of her stomach, she might have even been amused, but as it was, tension filled her whole body as she quietly, timidly, asked if it was a bad time to be here. Ha. As if there could possibly be a good time to intrude.

Edie remained perfectly still as those familiar violet eyes turned on her, the WereFox failing to even let out a breath as she waited for her Alpha to address her. It was surprising, really, the amount of relief the little fox felt at seeing Frost. She wanted to run to him, to wrap her arms around him and feel the comfort of being home. There had, once, been a softness that Frost had given to her. But those expressionless features upon his face held none of the kindness that she'd always associated with the Alpha, nor did the words that rang out across the space, insisting that it was not a good time to be here. Edie's lips parted to speak, though no words rang out as Frost navigated around her and onto the stairs leading upstairs. She should leave, she shouldn't be here, she -

Her name - her full name, which Frost had only previously used when he was cross with her - brought her attention upward once more to the equine, the young woman looking extremely vulnerable as she eyed him wearily. The words offered to her hardly held an comfort to the young Were. To be so blatantly excluded from the pack - though who could blame any of them, she had vanished in the middle of the night - made her stomach twist, and yet his words were not entirely dismissive, either. Edie's gaze held onto the Alpha as she nodded in affirmation. She would wait, obediently, for any words that he might wish to give her. And after, if he wished, she would either stay or she would leave. But God, she wanted to be allowed to stay.

Edie's eyes drifted away from Frost as he ascended the stairs, focusing on the other two bodies in the room. This... Abigail... was easy enough to identify as the redhead that had been yelling only moments before. For now, Edie's attention was focused on the other girl, if only because the tall male that stood beside her seemed unsure of Edie's presence. Which, really, was fair, considering Edie herself did not know what she was supposed to be doing. Edie bit her lower lip, trying to figure out what exactly to say when the younger girl spoke herself. Abigail's tentative tone brought a small, equally nervous smile to Edie's lips as she nodded. A carrot sounded nice, she supposed.

"I um," Edie reached up, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear as she nodded once more. "I would love one. I'm Edie, by the way. And you're Abigail? I used to live here... I'm hoping to again." Even if carrots were, perhaps, the fox's least favorite vegetable in the world, it was certainly a step in the direction of being back within the pack. Edie's gaze shifted towards the kitchen, eying the "carrots" on the counter before the confusion spread across her features. "Erm, not to be... rude. But, aren't carrots meant to be orange?"