Haunted Wood pack your things up, honey

Lusa. Name given. Lusa and her merry-band. Well, not so merry, it seemed. In any case, this would be a place she would avoid. He answered her question and she readied to depart when he asked a question of her. She paused long enough to answer in earnest, "I don't know of many packs, and this is the first time I've heard of a bad one. I'm a homebody. I wouldn't be so far, if my sister weren't missing..." She sighed wearily, and looked back to the Wood. Eshe wished she had a heroic bone in her body that would cause her to crash into that wood and simply poach the threat.

She glanced to him... "My sister could be in there. Maybe they are hiding her scent..." She had to check. And so, Eshe turned back to him and burst quickly into the woods to get a good whiff of the place. A quick in and out. Stupid. Reckless. Moronic. But if they were bad... and they held her sister... she had to know.