Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

"We were preparing to leave!" Durnehviir countered immediately, raising her voice in response to Wylla's defensive remark. She and her mate had rallied the pack to discuss their relocation when they'd been rudely interrupted by the pair of coastal wolves and, eager to refrain from bringing conflict to their new land, had chosen not to fight. Collectively, Ravensblood's pack abandoned their home and moved on - letting the trolls succeed far beyond their expectation.

She furrowed her brow, champagne eyes narrowed in a glower as the mottled female grumbled about no longer having the support of her pack. Good, she longed to bark back, but instead she remained quiet. Durnehviir didn't wish to lower herself to this she-wolf's level by choosing to be cruel, though she couldn't deny the ripple of satisfaction that coursed through her. Instead , all she wished to know was, "why?" Why would she be happy about her misfortune? Why did herown kin cast her aside? Why had she actively tried to make their lives in the forest difficult? Why did she find herself here now, weeping beneath a rotting log?