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

sick and turned inward to ruminate upon her own stresses as she was, mona did not miss the brevity of dawn's sentences, nor the torment that must have overcome her at the knowledge of the fire. of course, she was merely projecting, but if losing her packmates to flames had brought her here, the woman was lucky to be alive indeed.
"you've had a hard time of it," mona murmured, grateful that no such tragedy had befallen her own family. "the hollow is a good place to live and rannoch is a kind leader. they all are, but he's my favorite for that," the cardinal joked gently, hoping to lighten the mood somewhat.