Frogspawn Swamp Olde Stories Of Olde Times

It took her a moment to even understand how he could possibly know her name until the memory finally began to form. Chaska. He was apart of Silvertip and Easthollow, the thought of those packs made her stomach drop. The overwhelming sense of guilt and failure crashed into the girl's mind when thinking of her past homes. Her tears didn't cease, she wanted to get up and run back into the river, but her legs were far too tired to even attempt to stand up again. 

"I'm..." Her mousy voice was scratchy and almost inaudible, "I'm sorry you had to see that," Her plans hadn't changed - she was going to die, she had no hope, nothing to care for, but for now she would console a past friend - she couldn't let him watch her die. "You shouldn't have gone through the trouble," For the moment all she could think of was the pain she just made him go through, adding to her guilt. "I'm really not worth it," she insisted.