Silver Creek and the spirits were watching

Casmir had arrived home, not happy after what had happened, but more content following his talk with Deirdre. after assuring himself that Laika and the kids were all right, the boy had patrolled the borders for traces of Rowan. Connie had come by ... he tried not to think about that. what mattered was that Rowan was alive and hopefully headed here.

it was with a breath of relief that he spotted her pale fur and dashed toward her, plume waving behind his hips. the salt of her impending tears came to him, and impulsively the boy nudged her cheek. "hey. it's okay." she had him now, and the Creek, and Laika. and his kids. and Spring. they belonged here. this wasn't a place of Mayfairs, but it was a damn sight better than whatever the fuck Aria was trying to do in Donnelaith.