Snowforest Taiga Mind wrapped in darkness

the stranger was uncomfortable. this she recognized, and paused in her approach. molten eyes, fiery in hue but lacking once natural intensity, traced the shape of the girl. an odd one it was, but the huntress merely dipped her head in affirmation at the stranger's question. "I need to find someone." she knew the fluidity of packs, the nature of her brother, and knew it would not be easy. she would not look for him. he deserved so much more than the knowledge that she had not somehow perished after the fire. 

"do you know the nearest pack?" she did not know what had happened to Alarian's clan, and she knew better than to hope that Morningside still stood - there was only so much the group could weather, and she would not allow the hope to fester in her chest.