Broken Boulder to break, to cleave, to mend

 
she accepted the information the woman offered in silence. it was not much in terms of adding to the great map inside her head, but she was glad for it all the same. she is familiar with Easthollow, then, she has come from the south or at least been there. "no," she begins, "my pack was Morningside. my father led it before me. a few months ago, our territory burned and a sometime later, it disbanded. now, I am part of Lost Creek Hollow." she offers the information freely, and, for the first time, realizes the way she speaks of Morningside and its collapse is slowly, subtly, changing. perhaps, just maybe, it is the beginning of some greater change. 

"are you a wanderer? or are you looking for a home?" she's in no place to offer one, but should she be seeking, there are few better wolves that know the packs north of the mountains and their alliances.