Arrow Lake so only one life can't be enough

"A little vain - how humble you are," Sarah sighed and shook her head lightly, feeling amused by Mahler's confession that she had squeezed out of him. "We are walking on a plain rock now," she tapped her paw on the path and then beckoned towards the distant peaks. "And I think that there is no match to it anywhere," she said. "I am very vain - you see - if I was not a wolf, I would want to be a mountain."

"I don't have a home," she replied, her mood somber once more. "Home is, where people you care for live. With my niece dead... I don't have a home anymore..." her words trailed off and she fell silent, then looked up. "Except... I am here now... and you are not exactly, what I would call home. A shelter," no less important for her now, regardless of the name. A hungry and desperate vagabond in ice-cold rain is happy even for a roof over it's head. "From a loveless and pointless life outside," she finished, a deep sigh followed and then she said nothing more.