Shadewood but everything changes, and everything dies

When the grey shaded woman lifted her paw from her face, she would forever deny that her eyes were in any way wet. She watched Vorilye for a moment, before her eyes went to the dirt.

I’m fine, she wanted to say, it was just a silly dream.

I don’t know. She rasped after a moment, lifting her eyes. She had to stop lying. To herself, and to those around her. This was her pack.

This was hers.

Sorry if I woke you. Came the meek follow up, as she squared her shoulders underneath her pelt.