Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

she smiled, though it was a thin thing. i am hosannah, of the rosings pack. she dipped her muzzle then, and turned as if to leave - but after a few steps, she paused and looked back. if you are ever venturing south from here, you may find us. perhaps if the famine gets bad enough you could come to us, and we will keep you safe. in thanks for helping me to fish, although she had not really been of help. but it had been a fine afternoon spent in an attempt to feed many. hosannah turned then and began to saunter off, following the creekside further north.