Ankyra Sound They told me that my life is headed for the devil

Hah! So she hadn't been lying, all those years ago, though this one looked too young to have been the one she referred to.  Rosalyn snorted at the misunderstanding, and at imagining Finley coming at her.  She actually didn't mind his mother, for all that they all may have flipped on her, though that was kind of where her opinion stopped.  Not her.  Some golden bitch, Niamh.  She didn't know nor care if he had any affection for the girl as she carelessly threw this out.  

Do you get lost often, then? She asked, innocently enough for now.  Turning the conversation back to subjects that weren't the host of wolves that apparently wanted her dead in these wilds was probably not a bad idea.

She needled the poor kid only a bit longer before going their separate ways, but it amused her that she was now presumably packmates with one of the children Finley had once used to get her to save her life.