Dawnlark Plains I get it cracking like a bad back

She nodded, though a little uncertainly. Most of them, yeah, she responded. Some died in the fire, or got lost. But the ones that are with us have recovered. Physically, at last. She knew it was inevitable that the mental scars the blaze had left were much deeper, and probably permanent.

Lily laughed at the girl's description of her family, feeling a little bit nostalgic. That sounds like my family, besides the identical part, she giggled. Erm, I'm just out for a little walk. As beautiful as the willow forest is, I need to explore, every so often. Though perhaps this was the wrong place to choose. . . She cast a wry look over the barren land, mouth quirking in a half-smile.

So, do you live nearby, or on your way to somewhere else? she continued. I know the packs in the valley pretty well and you don't smell like any of them. Not that I've smelled you. Okay, maybe a little bit. I'm a wolf; get off my case!