Lost Creek Hollow the ground remembers

her head swung up at the sudden prescence of a woman, the pair having stumbling onto the paths of one another. she shook her head in gently rebuff of the woman's apolagy, admitting easily, "I wasn't, either. don't worry about it." the woman - who's scent was intwined thickly with Rannoch's, she noticed easily - backed up quickly, but Dawn had few qualms about her own personal space and remained rooted.

tail swayed softly at her hocks both in greeting and hoping to dissuade the awkwardness evident in the woman's smile, breaking the silence again after only a moment. "I'm Dawn." the woman carried, alongside the scent of Rannoch, a distinct tang that she knew instantly as vomit. it was the same smell that had carried on Mona, and the connection ignited a small spark of worry that whatever sickness it was passed from wolf to wolf.