Dragoncrest Cliffs a hundred stories, a hundred lives

She finds it easy to talk to Hvitserk, now that she is going. She hasn’t been one for words most of her life but she finds it difficult in her position not to have to talk all the time. And being a mother, too? Especially on her own? Eesh. In return, and she suspects it is going to be shortlived—something she doesn’t mind—Hvitserk has spoken more in the last twelve hours than he likely has at all and that’s including the entirely silent way back.

“A wolf from Blackfeather Wolves kidnapped Wildfire, among other things to other wolves in the wilds,” she says, this time her voice strains a little. Hopefully, she doesn’t have to elaborate anymore and that trauma her mate has gone through and be gathered enough. She does not like talking about it, especially with wolves that are not part of Drageda, but Hvitserk is still like family in some weird way she’s supposed to have forgotten. She’ll get a mixed bag of reactions from the rest of Drageda by letting him return but he’ll prove it once more. “She is recovering in Redhawk Caldera with her birth family.” She doesn’t like it but she’d made the mistake leaving her in the first place that she’s inevitably prolonged her return.