Greatwater Lake Let my heart be your shelter

The woman nodded in understanding, she too felt the soft pang of where security should be yet it wasn't bad. Not as bad as the time she lost her home.
Home, so far to the south; she'd been so long gone from there that she'd lost her ways. Her accent.
The woman sighed softly, the only sign of her mourning the loss.
"I am sorry to hear that you too have lost, I trust you have found a new home?"
Faintly, the scent of others was on the coat of the stranger. She must be new to the group she'd joined.

After a few moments, she introduced herself, "I'm Flicker, and I thank you for not judging me for the pack."  Her ears tilted slightly, listening to their surroundings. It seemed safe enough to keep talking. 
"Say, I don't suppose you've met a Maegi Melonii. A memorable character with a deformed front left paw and torn face."  Concern was etched into her features. She prayed that the woman may have an inkling of the whereabouts of her friend.
She supposed this would be where her search started.