Stone Circle if you're gonna tell them everything

Easy dipped her head in solemn acknowledgement. It was a familiar story, to her. It had happened in her own childhood, after all. She said as much: "It can be hard for a pack to go on once it has lost its leader." It was not anyone's fault. It'd taken her a long time to come to terms with that.

He did not know the surname that she spoke. She felt a quiet pang in her heart — for she thought this boy looked achingly like a mixture of Steph and Valette. She would have liked to come here and find that lost piece of family, even without blood to tie them together. Instead, she found Sven.

"I'm sorry for your loss," she said with sincerity. She felt sometimes she was still getting over the loss of her own father, years ago though it had been. "It's hard to lose a father, especially so young. And I'm sorry too that I don't know these names."

She looked back at Milan for a moment, gauging her level of comfort here. She did not seem frightened, at least — and though this was not the pack that she had promised the young woman, Easy felt a greater need to be here than back within the bustling community that was Round Valley.

"Do you seek to settle this place, Sven?" she asked him, "Or do you want to be alone here?"