Little Goat Mountain Lost

And lost, she had and the pale woman was right to think that she had lost more then just the forest. Her family was in tatters, scrambled and she was not certain all who had survived and who had not. A number of souls, be it her own or not, would not survive the fire's wrath. Though also, it was her very God she had lost, the essence of what made Odessa, Odessa. She could only hope that the High Elk had not abandoned them, that they would find him again and be led to a new home. Maybe, a better home. 

Odessa Deorwine, She introduces with a delicate dip downward of her graying muzzle. Her head lifts, yellow eyes moving over the grasses mountain slopes of the goat's land. A soft frown, she turns back to the accursed. I should probably get on my way then, Praimfaya. These old bones are cold in this weather. And though the girl had been polite, Odessa had no intention of standing out in this pouring weather longer then needed. Company or not. The pale girl was not one of her own and unless she had anything else to offer Odessa, then she would move on.