Whitefish River Are we the last living souls?

She finds it interesting that the pack has suffered in the time prior to her arrival, though she doesn't know what to make of the information. Perhaps that explains the departure of so many members — perhaps bad memories linger in the territory. Before she can ask him to elaborate on these misfortunes, though, he asks his own question.
She pauses, considering her response for a moment. She could lie — or give him a non-answer. She's more inclined to do either than give him the truth, but it's been some time since she's spoken to anyone and perhaps she's feeling a little more sentimental than usual. I spent quite some time alone, She says slowly, already feeling she's given too much. It's... an adjustment. It's a struggle, she thinks a little bitterly, training her gaze on the water.