The Heartwood Everything, everything, everything.

The greeting was returned promptly, and Ciri took note of a smile that curved on the older she-wolf's maw. A corner of her own tugged upward in response, half-hearted - it seemed so wrong to express joy or contentment in any way, considering the trauma of her most recent discovery.

"Nothing," she answered simply, dark ears tilting backward slightly as her bright eyes followed the forward, bold of her most recent acquaintance. The swallow braved some of her own, curious about the scarred stranger, though her approach maintained some uncertainty. "I am... alone, she almost said, and her expression faltered at the thought. She was, more than ever, but she felt unprepared to speak of it.

"It's just me."

It's just me from now on.