Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

Hecate licked her lips again, her throat dry. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she opened her mouth. "Αυτοί ήταν ισχυροί πολεμιστές.", she said, her voice only above a whisper. 
Everything she knew, everyone she loved, gone. Even worse, she found bodies of some of her pack.
 She shook her head. Get a grip, Hecate, there is no time for tears, she scolded herself. "Δεν μπορώ να σταθώ στο παρελθόν, ή θα ήθελα να μείνω εκεί για πάντα." , she said, repeating what her mother always told her, even though she didn't want to let go. 
 The fog had been creeping closer as they spoke. A sudden cold burst of wind made her shiver and dried her tears. Her eyes seemed grey, like the fog. 
 Her ears twitched nervously as the idea of going back into the cold almost destroyed her. She already was hungry, and now cold. Her tail now was only shifting from side to side.