Bonesplinter Ravine Let me tell you

At this point, she was feeling somewhat resigned to her fate. Maybe hopeless was a better word, but resigned didn't sound so pathetic. She spent most her time curled in the shadows, refusing whatever food was dropped in to her. Occasionally, she would get desperate and pick at something, but mostly, she was too traumatized and upset to eat much, and it was beginning to show. 

The sound of rocks tumbling from up above had her lifting her head from her paws. She thought it might be Kynareth, come to keep his nightly vigil at the top of the pit. She both hated it and desired it. She was so lonely down here, that even his presence was better than nothing at all. Just the routine of his visits had become a small form of comfort for her to grasp at in such a hopeless place. 

But the scent that reached her was not from the Saints leader, and the face was not one she recognized. Immediately, she grew uneasy, and a long, warning growl would drift up to meet her visitor.