Dragoncrest Cliffs satyros

druid was broken, truly so. mireille whined as the other explained. "raided? what do dis mean?" sapphique in its removal from all other packs, and with rusalka's bloodied history long behind it, had no place for such words. she took their meaning only secondhand, and understood that there had been an attack.
"where be heda?" she asked next, glancing over druid's shoulder as if she might see the familiar red-soaked hackles of her friend's sister. at least two of them had made it.
but — witch.
and now she understood why druid appeared so very low. "come wid me. you should rest. eat if you can." 
if there was nowhere else to go, what would the rivenwood girl do?