Otter Creek build it into pinnacles and shrines

Oddly, the events that had transpired in the Rosings pack had left Lilith largely unaffected. Or maybe that wasn't so surprising, seeing as she had no real attachment to them. She only knew the names of three — four if she counted the usurper who had simply given up his position. And to one so vile. Her lip curled, frustrated at how things had ended. Aaron deserved so much worse in her mind.

So she left, maybe for a few days, maybe forever. She hadn't decided yet.

The girl travelled the mountainside, picking her way through worn paths before coming across a creek laden with the scent of fish and otters. She had wandered throughout the night and so the sun was only just rising as she came across the territory. She was not tired, however, and moved to the river's side with hungry eyes, watching as the trout's scales caught the light, flashing and tempting her.