Blacktail Deer Plateau I said baby.. you know I'm going to leave you

It seemed the Mayfair children were of one mind. 

After leaving news of Lasher's death with the wolves of Neverwinter, she trudged through the wilds in search of the familiar plateau looming on the horizon. Her heart tumbled at the sight, the first true stirring of something akin to excitement since her father's passing. She had been in this fog of mourning for too long, and now that she was here, albeit thinner and weaker than she would have liked, Eilidh intended to make the most of it.

Eilidh found the familiar path that led up the plateau to its flat top, and wandered the familiar places as she tried not to beg the gods for some way to turn back time. She missed the simple life of a child, the easy family ties, the grief-free, care-free days of summer. She was nearing her second year, and she had seen far too much in that time. So much that it had left her a ghost, and though she struggled to return, part of her would always remain aloof.

The golden wraith flitted between the trees toward a stream she had known as a child, and found not only her brother there, but also another wolf between them. Eilidh paused, her eyes trained on the stranger, wondering if her brother had spotted him yet. Eilidh didn't give him a chance to speak or sneak off before she rounded the bend and went straight for her brother. Constantine! Her voice was soft, but it carried on the wind, and she offered a ghost of a smile as she neared him, nuzzling into his warmth. I knew you'd be here.