Swiftcurrent Creek for what it's worth

In the last six weeks Rosalie had become somewhat of a hermit, rarely venturing far from the den, from her two suckling pups. Soter and Morena had become her entire world, with brief stints of time spent with Lainie and Polaris. Helios and Zephyr’s disappearance weighed heavy on her shoulders, and she couldn’t help but feel everything had become her fault. Perhaps things would have been better had she never reunited with Alessia months prior.

Her dark mood carried her farther from the den than she had realized. Until she caught Dawn’s scent, and she shook herself from her daydream (daynightmare?). Having stumbled upon the woman during her patrol, Lie offered a chuff to the woman up wind of her.