Whitefish River let the only sound be the overflow

her ears flick in response to Ira's words, and though dim amid all the grief, there is some gladness that she might be needed, here. useful. 

her next question has the woman pause a moment. "I fully intend on staying. this is - a new start." not fresh, not clean. simply new - one where she acknowledged the curse her father had spoken of, her selfishness, and erected barriers between herself and the rest of the world. where she committed herself to the pack, and little more. "thank you, Ira." the woman's offered her more than she knows.