Hideaway Strath queen without a kingdom

The confirmation was given, and thus Auriel nibbled at the tiny carcass. She managed to make it last, but it wasn't at all filling. A pitiful meal. Of course, the she-wolf had no idea how much the stench of the mouse sickened Simmik, as she had no way of knowing the woman's condition. 

As the white she-wolf approached Auriel felt her heart being hammer in her chest once more, fur standing on end. It was as if she were in the presence of something ethereal, otherworldly. An angel fallen from the clouds to join her here on their dying Earth. No canine had ever made her feel this way, a female no less. "I joined the Saint's moons ago, but left them to travel on my own for the winter. And you?" Auriel did not recall seeing Simmik before she had left.