Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

It seemed there would be no rest for the turbulent summer, or for the lithe DeMonte female who had felt the need to return to the Caldera deep within her bones. Perhaps she was a masochist, but it was a thought she shook off. They were her family now, and their pain was ultimately her pain. She would both suffer at their sides and walk to the ends of the earth.

More than a week had passed them all by since the dark little Blackthorn child had gone missing and Sassafras could no longer stay her feet from leaving the pack’s territory to search for her. Initially, she had been intent on looking after what she could while others had attempted what she sought now, but youthful impatience and naiveté had finally won out. She could no longer bear to sit idle when she could put herself to use by covering ground.

Her mind had quickly rummaged through the myriad options for starting points and decided to make her first inquiry with Moonspear. Although she hadn’t been able to help @Floki in his search for Lazarus, perhaps he could help her now. She strode about beyond the tangled wood that bordered their territory just before tossing her head back to deliver a worry-laced request for the boy with sea blue eyes. Try as she might, she could not still her feet while she waited, so Sassafras would no doubt be found pacing and nosing the earth like an agitated hound desperate for a scent.