Stavanger Bay blackwood farm

Rowan nodded to his words, looking towards the sea to watch it crash on the shore. Deirdre would benefit from having them close, Rowan was certain of that, but, there was a part of her who trusted so much in Casmir that she had to at least see him she had to follow through. To some the practice was barbaric. For Rowan, this was just a life. "They would survive."  Rowan said firmly. "The generations of witches that have come before them would not lead me here to have them claimed by your sea. They will be too strong for that." 

If Deirdre had gotten so comfortable with these wolves to be honest with them this would not be news. The witch had confidence in not only herself but her children. They would not be claimed by the drop - she would not have endured so much only to see them perish. "In the future, when I am more able bodied, I will be certain to repair the kindness shown to me this night."  Whst she could provide in the mean time was her own strengths and practices, offering the strength of her Magick to bless their beginning. 

There was no fear in her that they would succumb to such wolves as Donnelaith. Not anymore. The peaceful pack no matter how far they strayed from their origins would not be enough to topple these wolves. She could tell it.