Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

She enjoyed the quiet, and felt care-free as she meandered through the woods with the knowledge that they would soon be able to rest without the need to move on. The journey from Ravensblood had been tough on Durnehviir, but the distance was worth it. Swiftcurrent Creek was only a short stretch away and despite her body's desire to stop for a time, she was eager to press on despite the ache of her tired muscles.

Her champagne eyes focused ahead, always searching for a glimpse of the land she'd been born to, when a strange sound distracted her. The pregnant Frostfur paused in her tracks, ginger ears perking high atop her lovely crown as she studied the area, trying to figure out what the noise belonged to and where it came from. Durnehviir held her breath for a few seconds to decipher that it sounded as though someone might be distressed and, curious, she pressed on the seek the source.

Drawn to an old, rotting fallen tree, she moved tentatively closer to investigate. She ducked her head to peer underneath the sodden bark, nose twitching curiously. "Hey," Durnehviir mustered softly to try and gain the stranger's attention, unaware who the sobs belonged to and naturally concerned.