Célnes felt it would be safe to stay in the mountains for the meanwhile. She did not prefer so, enjoying the more flat-lands of the dense forests, but they couldn't be picky. Surviving a fire, she now was determined to survive through the torrents of water throwing itself around the lands. A downpour of rain, a curse to the area. 

It seemed for now the mountains were the safest to be, due to a lesser chance of floods. Perhaps mudslides, slippery slopes, but they wouldn't drown. Only then, once it was over, they would head down. She threw some thoughts of joining another group, but maybe avoid doing so. After finding Kendrick, maybe it would be more preferrable. At least know how he is doing, and what his thoughts are to be.

She wouldn't force him to stay, but felt obligated as the eldest.

And so the Deorwine roamed around the mountain, a few Whitebark Wolves following after. She made the 'hideout' for any with her, at Sunspire mountain, the very top. She told @Cenric that, and anyone else who stayed with.

"Uncle Brewster," Célnes said to the familiar appearence. She thought out of all the elders, he would've survived, and he did not prove her wrong. While more scorned, with his cooling tones, he was still beloved as so, especially by her mother. The triad's mother truly loved her siblings so, and she felt disgusted by that.

"It is nice to see you again," the elken woman put on her best smile.

They had a mutual dislike for each other, but for all everyone else knew, Brewster and Célnes held a perfect uncle and niece relationship, with the excemption of Cenric of knowing. The two held onto their smiles, even though no one was around. She would always keep up appearences, especially with dearest uncle Brewster.

"We all survived," referencing herself and siblings, "but we are having trouble finding Kendrick," their little liar, "we assume he was in the mountains." She felt like he was accusing her something, as he always seemed so somehow. The Deorwine reversed the question, "how about you, Uncle?" She said, with a hint of malice.

Célnes held onto her pefectionist smile, only changing by craning her neck to look over to the fox that entered. She came in like nobility, as a Deorwine should, "It is nice to see you as well, Corliss, I can say the same for you." The High Elk seemed to favour the youngest generation to survive, as only few of the eldest slipped through the cracks. Her fire-lit gaze went back to focusing on Brewster, as he did his fake glee.

"A few of us are staying at the highest spire, including Calhoun," the elken woman said while looking at Corliss. She momentarily met her brother, Calhoun near the lower parts of these mountains, and mentioned the same to him as well. She looked between the two, and didn't mention the unholy joining their ranks.

Célnes did not want to talk to Brewster too much, and before he spoke again, she cut him off. There was a knowing grin as she gave a side-eye to her uncle, and spoke directly to them, "It is a blessing that a lot of us survive. I shall take you to where we rest, and hope many more continue to us."

Calhoun would be pleased especially knowing his sister survived. Sadly, there was a few unwanted ones, like Whitney that also seemed to escape so. The elken woman refrained from mentioning that woman, or that fact there was none Déorwine in the mixture.

She didn't let them talk more, only flashing the receptionist smile, and turning around to lead them up the mountains.