Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

Sarah did not really wish company, after such a long time spent on her own, she found it difficult to blend among new people. The Lost Creek hollow was a big pack, which was a curse and a blessing at the same time. Sooner or later she would have to break out of her shell and talk to them, get to know them and get used to them always being around - she did not feel ready for any of this. Did not really wish to do so. And here came the good part - everyone was so wrapped up in themselves that they did not notice the shadow of a wolf during her night-time prowls or when they happened to encounter her during the day. 

But this night would be different, because the memory of her mother and family being well and happy just, what seemed such a short while a go, and the knowledge of, how badly it had ended, in part due to her own fault, was too heavy burden. Therefore, when someone's quite greeting broke through the thick and thundering cloud of oppressing thoughts, Sarah was grateful for the distraction. She stopped few feet away from the white spectre and said: "Good evening."