Lost Creek Hollow tearing into me without teeth

the boy who disturbed her mangled train of thoughts was soft-spoken and sudden in his approach. she might have been started, by her mind was too far away to register the surprise. "it's not my blood," she answered in turn, voice level but sounding strange to her own ears, as if the words were uttered by a stranger. 

a moment passed and her mind returned to the present, and realized the words alone sounded incriminating. "a boy was attacked outside Easthollow, by another wolf. there was a girl, dead." she didn't particularily want to tell the boy this, and it occured to her dimly that Rannoch out to know. she'd tell him later, but something was nagging in the back of her mind, soething she couldn't place. "has something like that happened around here, before?"