Fox's Glade (M) Watch me cry all my tears

there comes a stone-coloured woman who thrusts herself between Dawn and Evergreen, lips curled and words accusing. she doesn't shift, merely answers the question easily. "dawn. a friend of Easthollow." allies, once, but even after Morningside had fallen she'll remain bonded to the pack in which she was born. she thinks Evergreen says her name, faint and muffled, and then he slumps over. perhaps it's a blessing. 

"save your fangs for whoever did this." she adds, recognizing dimly the scent of Valette on this woman's pelt. she's not seen her since before the fire - she realizes this with a dull start. she ought to have gone to Easthollow earlier. Evergreen's stillness worries her; there is too much blood here to be the dead girl's alone. she's about to offer her help in bring the pair back to Easthollows borders when a soft voice, a prickle along her spine, alerts her to the two who stand a ways off. she spins and catches them in her gaze, stiffening. they lack Easthollow's pack scent, and she echoes the woman's earlier sentiment - "who are you?" she's stiff, but aggression is absent from her stance, which shifts into slight dominance as she tried to make sense of all their places here.