Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Sarah took the news with the same sombre melancholy she did most things nowadays. She had never exchanged a word with either Liffey or Rannoch or their offspring, therefore she did not feel their loss keenly, though she sympathized with Terance, who had taken the hardest blow. During her half year long stay here many people had gone and went and, frankly speaking, she enjoyed the fact that the pack was smaller now, making it easier for her to extend her circle of acquaintances no larger than it was necessary. 

Her gaze lingered at Terance briefly, then at Treason now Arbiter, she sought out Gannet to see, what he had to say on the matter, if anything at all, and then down at the two puppies that had engaged themselves in a game. Suddenly she smiled to herself, realizing, that it was a good thing after all that she had not left as she had intended months ago, or that she had not drowned as she had wished to. Time had come, where once again she had purpose in her life.