Haunted Wood Now we're climbing higher

The stalwart woman wavered, thinking twice about this. She couldn't fight a forming pack alone. Her crumbling one hadn't survived.
She wouldn't call it grief that overcame her. Disappointment perhaps. Though she felt grief for young Venamis. Surely. Surely they weren't all slaughtered.

"How many of you are there?" Her voice was quieter, but she needed to know how many came to fell the woods. Who would have stood?
Damien, Nyx...Malcanthet? Surely Midar. Under than Alarain should have fought here, but his presence was scarce anyway. She needed to know.