Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"You'd better," Sarah replied and listened to Mahler's brief history with the board wide plot that had affected not only territories that were in the direct neighbourhood of Lost Creek Hollow, but also areas quite far-off. The wolfess did not know the whole scope of Teekon Wilds, but for a moment she did wonder, whether the grass was still greener elsewhere or whether it was in the same sandy-grey colour as here. 

If she was any judge that the Fox hollow the man mentioned was one that stood near hollow wolves' hunting grounds. More competition was the last thing they needed, but she was diplomatic enough (and she liked the fellow in her own way) not to let this brief flash of slight dismay at the current events show through. And good thing she did not - because she was wrong. Instead she remained calm and composed, not exactly sympathetic, but invested in the conversation and her companion.

"They seem to have left the flatlands as well. Haven't seen or found a fresh track in many weeks," she shared in a serious tone. "Should have left with them, when all of this started," she added. "Silly to believe that things will improve by themselves. Magically. They never do."