Bitterroot Valley and without you is how i disappear

Her mouth quirked wryly, and she nodded, begrudgingly admiring Lanawyn's intuition. "Yeah," she admitted with another wistful sigh, looking down. "I know it's not fair to be upset," Lily murmured at the ground, examining her paws. "But I am. I dunno. I guess I'm just jealous."

Lily looked back at Lanawyn, her expression grave. "Nobody has really spoken much to each other lately," she said morosely. "That's probably not a good sign."

The silence could be for a number of reasons. It was cold, they were tired from the constant travel, confused on where they were headed. . .  But the overall vibe of the group seemed different from when she had first met everyone. The bubbly group of hippies had transformed into a band of wolves that had their squabbles and problems--but was silent, for the most part.

She wondered why that was, and if she should cut and run before it got worse.