Blacktail Deer Plateau All I need is a head full of hope

Bridget could hardly believe it when she turned and saw Orlaith was the one who was approaching.  Her disbelief only grew when her former packmate addressed her formally, as though she were a stranger.  You have to be shitting with me.  Really?  Bridget looked at her a long moment, her brow cocked skeptically.  What the fuck, Orlaith?!  Where have you been?  

Bridget hadn't heard what happened, only that the woman had left.  She wasn't much involved with any pack drama that didn't directly affect her, and she hadn't really had time to get to know the warrior well.  Still, she'd enjoyed her company, and something about her had intrigued the golden medic.  Finding out she'd left had been a pretty big bummer, actually, not that Bridget would judge too harshly.

WC: 130