Lost Creek Hollow ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year

she settled more comforatbly on her haunches, ignoring stoicly the hunger that flared at the sight of the disheveled woman tucking into the bird - she'd had worst. she nodded at the woman's answer, having not previously heard of the pack and wondering how long it had stood. mona withdrew from the meal; the bird had been quick to disappear into her maw. the observation was accepted with a slight dip of her head, it was obvious her scent had not lingered here long. "something similar. my pack sometime following a fire; I'd left to search for the missing. after a few months on my own, I found Rannoch and he invited me here." a brief, clinical description off all that had occured. there was a bitter taste on her tongue at the thought that she'd been able to summarize months of loss and grief in a few sentences. she meant to ask another of the light questions that lingered, but only swallowed in an attempt to wash away the bitterness.