At Aria's instruction the woman heads towards the heartlands of her pack, looking for a recent pathway that @Lucani might have taken. Her own plans for her health were more direct; eating, eating, and more eating first. finding fennel for her milk. There was a lot to do and she needed to get started. The ashen woman moved along the lands slowly and with a purpose, she would not hide away. Not unless Aria was so distressed, and if it came down to it, she would simply leave. The druid's children would be able to come back and move among his forest and his family. They could. 

Her concerns were to the future, and still the dark male moved next to her, though now she could not see him. He whispered in her ear his assurances, that he would do what needed to be done - that he would do what she bid of him. Her thoughts kept going to Aria, to her Alpha's sudden pain. Any promises made by the dark male had been broken by Rowan and it immediately put her on edge. 

She was more sullen than she could remember ever being and while it was not in her character to behave that way Rowan found herself still struggling with Aria's instructions. She wanted to seclude herself away, go back to her den with it's peaceful fairy ring, to hide and mull in her own thoughts as long as she could. She gave a soft sigh, a sound catching her attention; a child. She blinked back her surprise for this was not the lump of fur and fluff she had once seen no, this was a bright and airy thing. She smiled in spite of herself, the pale complexion making her think of the pup's mother. 

"Hello," She offered with a bemused smile as she looked down at the little puppy. "And who are you?" She did not know the children's names, perhaps Osprey had told her, but, she could imagine she would find out soon enough. The girl looked like she was excited about something and Rowan was curious just what that was. 

Rowan offered the small girl a smile, her eyes softening as she realized the child had no way to help itself; she hadn't been found under anything but a wandering pup's notions. No way for the child to know her mood, after all. "I'm Rowan," She offered with a gentle nod, as Sarah offered her own title. Yes, this was one of Osprey and Dante's children - though she had no idea the order of their births or even the genders of the others. 

"Make things move?" She repeated, giving a nod to the girl as an indication for her to lead Rowan. It might be easier to see what the fuss was all about then. The girl wanted something moved, maybe a log had been in her way or maybe some rock had covered up a plaything. They would see once Sarah took her to what she needed. 

Where was her mother or father to take on such a hard topic? Rowan frowned when she looked down at the child, realizing what she was complaining about and knowing that she could do nothing. Even with her various gifts she could do nothing to bring something back from the dead. Surely if she could she would have brought Lasher back. "No, sweetheart." She said softly. "This one - this one is dead. Gone. It lives no more, not like you and I do - like your mother and father and siblings." 

She sat down, watching the child to see what her reaction was. No doubt it would lead to more questions, more hard issues to process. 

It was so hard to explain death to a child in a way it might understand. For Rowan she was quiet for a moment, gently nosing the puppy's shoulder to just give her a little touch of comfort. "It is like sleeping - but forever." Rowan explained. "Never waking again." She supplied. It was nothing that the little puppy had to worry about for many, many years to come - but still, the information was new to the child.