"Well," she starts, with a sad smile, "when you're a wolf and you haven't had a pack for a long time, you have a certain investment. I've been looking for clues for what happened to Emma for weeks now and have been coming up with nothing, so... at least looking into local wolves felt like something. Pain wasn't doing a lot for my judgent." She says it calmly, with a one-shouldered shrug at the end. "I've been feeling so... isolated, I guess, that it mattered a lot at the time. And I know the isolation is my own fault, but there you go."

Sure, sure Ruby, depression is your own fault, but she's inclined to judge herself very harshly.

"And," she said wryly, "finding stuff in ruins or on bodies and sticking it on your finger doesn't seem to be all that uncommon in the Inquisition."