[Allison smiles a little when Lydia admits to hating the other girls she knew by association with the lacrosse team, tipping her head to rest on top of Lydia's. The more she talks, though, the greater that lance of pain grows...that sympathetic anguish for all the time Lydia spent alone, the wolf whining and whimpering in the back of her head because its packmate had been lonely, lonely for so long and afraid of being lonely again...

Shifting, Allison wraps both her arms around Lydia and just holds onto her in an awkward, but perfectly comfortable sideways hug, holding her as tight as she dared.]

Well, I'm glad you were so pathetically desperate. [Grinning, she presses a sisterly kiss to the top of Lydia's head.] Made my first day a lot easier, being besties with the popular girl.