Old Souls

Drífa continued to gather leaves off of the boneset plant. She worked quickly yet carefully, trying to decide how much she really needed to gather. More than likely she'd just need enough for her but she had been debating about joining a pack for the winter. She was getting up in years and the winter looked like it was going to be a bad one. She'd have much better luck surviving the winter in a pack then trying to rely on her own hunting skills and a bit of luck. "I'm not a member of a pack actually, I'm a loner. My pack… well, it doesn't exist any more." She wasn't sure she wanted to get too much into it. She didn't even really know how to explain it. It seemed so fast. One day there was Fyri and the next there wasn't.