Fox's Glade Quam bene vivas refert non quam diu

It was a moonlit winter night and Sarah was lying awake under the starry skies. She had survived yet another day and it had been just as bleak and empty as the ones before. She had resolved to deal with her issues professionally and not show her weakness and weariness of life to others Sticking to a simple routine helped to keep oppressing thoughts at bay. Hunting and walking herself dead-tired, helped not to think about the future. Choosing not socialize with other people in the pack helped her to avoid the necessity to pretend and lie - two things she was very bad at. But if it was so obvious that she was not doing well, if Gannet's keen observation on their first meeting had not been some special talent of his, then the last thing Sarah wanted was to explain herself every time she made a new acquaintance.

It was easier to avoid them altogether, which she had done by leaving Lost Creek Hollow behind her, when it had too difficult to breathe freely there and sought out solitude in a different area not far from it. Here with the red-pelted canids as her only company and the sound of their stealthy steps in the background she felt at peace. She watched the moon and stars, while her thoughts were miles away.