Redsand Canyon the lady who played hide-and-seek with death

Her voice croaked out the very words he wanted to hear, earning her a full smile.
He was glad -- but what had she endured to make her so full of courage?
She was pretty fucked up when they'd found her, so whoever harmed her so was evil. she wouldn't suit this pack unless she turned into that wolf.

He settled down, letting her talk. She seemed nervous, perhaps she hadn't been asked before.
A herbologist who liked birds and the snow.
Perhaps perfectly inadequate for this canyon.
But rum? He'd not heard of it before. "What's rum?" He implored her to tell him.
Fen. A pretty name for a fitting woman.

But her declaration of him being there startled him. When? At the time she was attacked? No, she was grinning. His tail waved softly, "Yeah, I found you with Donovan," a stab in the dark at what she was referencing.