Duskfire Glacier the ladder

Heda remained quiet for a time as Druid filled the silence with bitter tears, wondering if she’d betrayed Laurel for naught. Her insides twisted at the thought and she puled weakly, draining what little strength she possessed.

Her sister mentioned how the packs were allies. Druid sniffed wetly, thinking of the strangers who’d flitted in and out of her consciousness these past few days. She owed them a debt of gratitude.

Who helped me? I remember a woman…