Blackfeather Woods we live in a society

Somewhat, Bhediya replied. The kids were still lost and unlikely to be found, but that was okay. She'd found a different family and established a new starting point, one that didn't have to include past mistakes. A part of her had come to hope that they would never reunite, though she would never admit this aloud. 

There was a small, albeit noticeable break in conversation. There's a pack forming in the Valley. It was okay to stop referring to them as a settlement, Bhe thought. Their numbers were almost full, if not there already. It isn't far from here.