Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

It was terrible, Saena agreed with a slow nod. She had so many regrets, and while her disappearance was beyond her conscious control, she would have given anything in the world to erase it. But that wasn't possible, and being grounded in reality for once did nothing for her mood on the subject. "Thanks," she offered quietly as she steered them toward a stream that trickled through the woods. Its source, unbeknownst to Saena, was a grand waterfall in the mountains where moonbows formed.

"Arunik'ra implied that her band came from somewhere else," she recalled, eager to change the subject yet again, if only because thoughts of her daughters made her recklessly want to depart right that instant to find them. "Were you with them originally?" Somehow, Saena had her doubts. Arunik'ra had a specific way of speaking that Ragna didn't seem to share, but there was the possibility that their origins simply made them sound different. She was interested either way. With no way of knowing Malkaria's dark secrets, Saena thought them an intriguing and exotic tribe, and Arunik'ra a kind and welcoming wolf. Any under her lead was surely a good wolf, in theory.