Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

Eshe was none the wiser to this wolves feign; she believed his belief to be true. Her tail waved, pleased that he might ask... pleased that he cared. Perhaps he might even offer to help... but she could not even hope for so much. Her life had been filled with tragedy, and then, a great burst of happiness and love and life renewed had come back to it. Her sister, the hollow, Scimitar, and the Irish Riordan... he, too, had gone missing, she realized weakly. Still. Scimitar did not yet proclaim his love to her, and so, her loyalty was to Mordecai and Harlyn despite everything. Bhreac might have left willingly. Riordan, too. She would stay, if it could be helped.

"She is pale white with some black furs... that look like dirt. She lived at the Hollow with me," she responded, supplicating him with where to find her if he found her sibling. Her eyes panned to the Wood.