Overture Downs It's hard, letting go

"It's I who should be thanking you, " Liri returns with a soft twist of her lips. It's not the cold that bothers her so much, nor the ache of hunger gripping her stomach; it was the lack of people. Nights were the loneliest. As Liri bedded down to sleep silence pressed against her eardrums in place of the sounds of life - no sounds of her packmates settling in around her, no coughing or voices murmuring, no sounds of any couples in their beds or babies crying. Just silence. 

"I don't think I've planned any moves. I've just been wandering - looking for food and shelter. So far, I haven't found a reason to stop, " she shrugged her pale shoulders, as if to indicate that she would stop when she did in fact find something worth stopping for.