Blacktail Deer Plateau lxii. i'm just a shell of who i was before

Lótë's pallid emeralds had drifted to where her paws cut prints into the light smattering of snow -- dangerously assuming herself to be alone. Her head jerked up at the distant call, heart settling as she realized it was a seemingly friendly she-wolf. A low, amicable note trailed from her throat in return as she continued on her course towards the stranger. 

The doe did not recognize the girl -- having spent the majority of the late winter healing when the sisters resided in the Spine. A soft hum of welcome escaped her as she drew near the slight russet figure, reminded of the husband she shared with Kukutux -- save for the wisp's seaglass eyes. 

"I greet you," the cloudberry demurred in the customary greeting of her village.  "I am Lótë of clan Nuiruk, of village Moonglow."