Ocean's Breath Plateau it is all taken from you

She certainly wasn't going to be warm she'd just been kicked from her pack, pregnant, alone - and she wasn't going to be able to do this. It was overwhelming and she was afraid and she didn't have the energy to be warm and friendly right then. The cold, the numb, it made it easier to process. He was upset she hadn't talked to him first, but what was there to say? She couldn't take it back now, and given she wouldn't have the chance to see the family again it felt almost right to have informed her. "I apologize for not talking to you first." She said simply. She wasn't apologetic for talking to Deirdre. The girl was just a few brief weeks away from adulthood - amazing as it was.

"You...you don't have to go. It's going to be a long trip, I believe. He lives in Silver Creek." Rowan bit her lip, trying not to let a surge of emotion out. She would cry on her own, if it overcame her. The wind swept her, the breeze softly scented - roses, almost. Lasher's gentle touch. "I don't expect you to carry me the entire way." She could tell he didn't want to be there, expected that he wanted nothing to do with her or the children. She couldn't - and wouldn't - force such a bond after all.