Felltree Marsh I'm left looking at the glowing ends

A long while, then, and likely a long while missing.  Perhaps longer even than she.

None, she affirmed, without much sympathy but without lack either.  Tone less more than anything.  Seems we've both been left behind.  With this she stared distantly at the mountains, considering.  This dead end sat heavily on her, but she wasn't about to give up.  There had to be other packs, and when she found them, perhaps they would have heard word.  Someone had to have heard word.

I won't slow down for you, but I won't stop you from following either, Rosalyn added, finally turning to look straight at the boy.  I'm looking for my family first and foremost, but perhaps yours will turn up along the way.

She wasn't sure why she offered this, but the words left almost before she could stop them.  She would travel faster alone, but maybe if she wasn't, the nights wouldn't haunt her as much as they had.