Hoshor Plains Confined in mountain halls,

A gray woman approached, but with such a downpour, Orlaith could not tell if she reigned from a Pack or not. It was definitely an irritation, as it now proven difficulty with who aligned with who, as the rain blocked any scents to be detected. Even tracking looked to prove difficult, and catching for a meal, was proven difficult as well.

She spoke of a boy, but a young one, "No, sorry." The best that the flaming wolf had seen was adults, definitely not anyone young. She probably would've stopped them if it was someone that was just a child, the rain was too much for her, she didn't expect any younger to survive through. With such gruesome thoughts, it was best to keep it to herself instead of saying that to the mother.

She had some sort of heart.