Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

Oh, Sarah knew loneliness inside out, it had been her constant companion for the last four or five months and she recognized all and every miniscule detail of it's dark face. Her heart ached for company, for people, for purpose and for a wolf with her skill-set and background, she would have easily found a new home were she inclined for a fresh start. But she was not. Her flow of time had stopped on that fateful day, when she had turned her back on her siblings and found her parents dead. She was unable, unwilling, really, to move on. Painful as the memories were, they were the only reminders that her home had once been real and her heart whole. Without them she would be even more lost than she was already.

"Are you lonely still?" she asked out of mere curiousity. Sarah had no inclination to fill the void in Gannet's world, but knowledge that someone else felt likewise her would be comforting.