Hello? where is everyone?

The scruffy healer hadn’t had an easy time of late - really her misfortune had begun when Branch’s pack had fallen apart. Her garden had been trampled, she had found and lost Oxide, who had told her he could love none, and then loved another. She found Hannibal again, and it had been good to see an old friend, and then the volcano’s tremors had swallowed her up. She had been forced to survive on scraps, and find her way out of the warren, and claw her way back to freedom.

Now she stood where she had expected to find a pack, only to find nothing but ash, and the occasional bramble weed tossed past in the wind. Was she cursed? Sometimes it felt that way.

The wolf that answered her call wasn’t the familiar albino, instead it was a vaguely familiar woman who called her ‘girl’ and identified herself as Hannibal’s brother. She looked to the woman in curiosity, wondering why she had come and not Hannibal. “He recruited me to his pack shortly before the volcano exploded, an earthquake tossed me under ground and i’ve been finding my way back every since - but now that i’m here… what happened to his pack?”