Hoshor Plains One Day Life Will Be Kind

The Patriarch's daughter...yes, she supposed that was what most wolves in Easthollow likely knew her as now. She'd only give a grunt in confirmation, her voice still recovering from everything. Her ears would perk at the mentioning of a visitor. She wasn't too familiar with wolves outside of Easthollow, who would look for her?

Oh, Ibis. Maybe she never did tell her that she had moved on. The constable could only hope someone pointed her in the right direction, not that she would get the warmest welcome with the way things were currently. She croaked a response, Was she well? Ira prayed those she knew had not been affected by the quakes, and if they had that the damage was minimal. Is Easthollow?