Sunbeam Lair You are wired for struggle

The deep breathing had only managed to get her heartrate to slow back down but the sickening waves of what felt like fear kept attempting to get it going again and she groaned, standing and pacing back and forth battling her thoughts until she heard the approaching pawsteps and turned to see an unfamiliar female with a messy coat like she had been rolling around. She inched closer and sniffed tentatively, an old habit of trying to know every face that stepped into the mountains. She caught a faint trace of familiar smells and her ears perked as she tried to sniff again, only to find nothing but the stench of earth. "You look freaked out, I'm not going to hurt you" she stated bluntly her fire hued gaze trailing over her mussed fur. Was she hiding from someone? "I am looking for a pack. Diaspora. Are they still around?" she asked her gaze clouding with worry. Then it faded and she almost said nevermind, she was sure the mighty mountain pack had not fallen. Not with Stigmata and Mahler at the helm, they would ensure the survival of Diaspora till their end she was sure.