Tuktu Weir sacrifices must be made

"I get...whispers. And I've heard two, frequently, and I think they may be the children." Rowan admitted. It sounded foolish certainly but he could be trusted even with her biggest secrets. Or perhaps, given the nature of his family, they weren't secrets at all? "Sometimes I hear spirits whisper - some who have passed, but these...they do not speak of much other than warmth and love." And she was happy for that. No matter the sorrows that had befallen the pack or their family. 

Casmir asked her what she was afraid of and there was a moment where she wanted to blurt out all the irrational thoughts. What if Lasher would be disappointed in her for what had come to pass? What if she had made the incorrect choice coming to Silver Creek when Blackrock had been willing to take her in? What if she was the worst mother and her children suffered for it? "I've never done this before, there are so many ways I could do poorly." Rowan decided on softly - even though there were so many thoughts swirling in her head. "When are you leaving?"