Big Salmon Lake Pandora's Box

"With me being like this, you would not imagine my progress homewards very fast," Sarah pointed out the obvious. The path that she had taken to cross the mountain range, which divided this valley from the one she called her home, was potentially dangerous and barren. Physically she could manage it, but her chances at survival were better if she did not exert herself before time. Food was scarce here as it had been over there, but still she had decided to hunt closer for her current residence.

"I am curious to see, if this land has more to offer than the other," she stated the official, feasible, practical, expected reason for not being with the hollow wolves. Not even Hydra needed to know that Sarah had felt disconnected from almost every wolf (Gannet, Ibis and Mahler were probably exceptions) and that the more time passed, the less clear it was to Sarah, what good was in her staying. She recalled the flame, the eagerness, the pride she once had had in leading alongside her father. Now she could not rekindle it. There were cold ashes in the formerly white-hot hearth. She no longer had any ambitions. She had been a Queen once and the fall from the throne had been too painful. 

"It's not much different. Terance would want to know," she shrugged. "Are you a particular friend of his? Should I - if I meet him - pass on well-wishes and good-healths from you?"