Whitefish River hope i'm not doing too much

bhediya was no caregiver, but she could clearly make out the wound atop evergreen's head. the sight was gruesome enough to turn her stomach, at which point she chose to look away. once the alpha straightened himself, she turned back with an apologetic gaze. from the quakes? bhe asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

she cleared her throat. is your pack still settled here? the scene provided conflicting information, so she thought to just ask.