Fishblight Mire Shatter myself, I don't care

The question he proposed to her made her brows furrow. Normally it was a simple one to answer. But now, with her conflicting feelings towards Rivenwood, Malila had to dig deep. Looking back, while those in the pack were decent enough, it was her own fault that she had not tried to integrate herself more. That was in thanks to her newfound reclusive habits, following the departure of her mother, Speedy.

She was far away from them now, the scent of the pack faded by the stink of the swamp. If anyone was truly concerned enough for her, then they would come searching. Deciding that this day and it's occasion was enough to conclude her time with Rivenwood had come to an end, she just shook her head. "Anywhere...west of here." She managed, happy to follow the path of the descending sun.