Swiftcurrent Creek and be known in its aching

she smiled softly as he spoke, wondering what it would be like to have such an interest in something other than hunting, and scouting. the culture he spoke of was interesting, though her expression grew serious again as he finished speaking. "I am sorry - I know what it is to lose your pack, your family." they neared the den, then, and she called for Stone and Brook, who came rushing out of the thicket towards the stranger, Stone electing to stay closer to her and a little less excited to greet Sherigrim than his sister. She watched as the healer made his inspection, gaze soft as she watched her children and offered occasional words of encouragement. she did not know that she'd lose them all in less than a month. Eventually, Sherigrim took his leave, and she bundled the pups back into the thicket with the promise of hunting practice.