Sea Lion Shores shady inference

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Feint did not give a very diffinitive answer, but Uma accepted it nevertheless with a nod of her head. Just lost? Well, I know the feeling well. She remembered feeling lost at different points in her life, particularly when she was younger, more around this young woman's age. But, Hell, she was lost now, too. The Merry-Andrews gang had been falling apart of late, and she had contributed by leaving, herself. 

I assume, then, that you don't belong to any pack? she asked, motivated by nothing more than curiosity. She could not detect in Feint's pelt the symbol held by all pack wolves: the thickly varied scents of many individuals. Either the girl had no pack, or she belonged to a very small one. Indie is a dear friend. She left our... pack, before I did, and I have to find her. The snowy woman held concern for the ink-stained Indie. She had to know that her friend was all right.

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