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

Keen couldn't blame Bridget for not wanting a silent traveling companion, but at the same time she dreaded trying to make conversation on the way. How could she focus on anything at all when the world was so thoroughly changed? And, worse, she did not even know when it had happened. She could be grieving years behind the actual event, for all she knew.
More than ever she wanted to see @Merrit or perhaps @Arlette... but their scents hadn't been there either. Pack history, She said, gesturing for Bridget to follow as she started toward the taiga. It was getting late, but she figured they could cover some ground while they searched for shelter at the very least. There used to be a pack called Easthollow, just over that way at Stone Circle. It's not there anymore. Or if it is, it's not the same pack it was. Someone else lives there now. She pointed out the direction of Stone Circle, and her eyes kept drifting that way despite her efforts to focus on the path ahead. I'm not sure I'll ever know that particular history.