Shadowwyn Moor Listen for that bell, just wait for that sound

It was morbid curiosity that drew her past the mountains and into the valley, where she knew Easthollow was. Where she'd thought she'd known it was.
It wasn't Easthollow anymore. Or maybe it was, but changed so much that she couldn't think of it the same way anymore. Her mother's scent was gone, and Keen could not imagine what could have taken her away. Death? Or was her family forced out? Keen hadn't stuck around to find out; she'd taken stock of the scents at the borders for a moment and promptly hightailed it out of there. She couldn't process the discovery with it sitting in front of her like that, right in her face.
The last thing she expected to find — the last person, rather, was Bridget. Yet there she was, drinking rainwater as casually as if she had always been here. Keen stopped, startled, and only stared for a moment. Then she let out a breath and smiled as she called out. Hey, She might have tried to be smooth like the first time they'd met, but Keen was visibly shaken as she moved closer to the golden healer. Easthollow, gone or changed in some essential way; which was worse? I didn't expect to see you here.