Evelyn, Evelyn

The winter had truly set in now, and the days she spent slowly dying on the volcano were behind her but the emptiness hadn't left her. She felt hollow, her body had filled out slightly again, though she wasn't by any means a healthy weight but she wasn't starving to death again.

This was just another new pack, another new place filled with faces she couldn't bring herself to look at. The woman had taken shelter in an old badger set, not daring to dig a den for herself until she was told to do so. The set was cramped and uncomfortable but it sheltered her from the elements and that's what mattered most. The feeling had eventually returned to the majority of her extremities though she didn't think she'd ever really feel the tips of her ears again.

Pari was unsure what was needed of her here, she had followed Hannibal but as he'd been taken with another bondslave she was unsure who she belonged to anymore. Further, he had with him a strange wolf, heavy with his spawn and she dared not get to close to them out of fear of their anger.

So instead she did as she had in Elias' pack, waiting outside her den most days until someone would snap at her to do something. Which was what she was doing now.

"speech!"