Broken Antler Fen Meeting the Others.

Malice was glad they had all found a new home - even with the current dreadful weather conditions. She had grown up in a warm place, and to for this cold she was not made. Often she found herself, or her weary muscles and mind, freezing up every now and then. It was not pleasant, but the Lady was not one to complain about something everyone was put up against. Besides, she had Burke and their two boys - her family would be there to share warmth with, even though Vassago was not keen on snuggling. Malice, though, was sure that with this abnormal and absurd cold her young lion would be up for cuddling when the night came. These were the days of winter she had always been scared of; plants frozen to the core, shining stars like embers hidden behind a clouded sky and prey as dead statues everywhere. How was their band, even with the support of this land's rightful owner, supposed to survive?

Swiftly then, she followed her spouse's son to what was known as "The Cove" by the native wolves, making sure their lions were to follow. Vassago she had to nudge, for he was distracted by many a flutter of a bird perched on a frozen twig. @Pyro she still had to find, but the mother knew her child would not run off. Ysengrin had followed - the brace and mysterious wordweaver whom Malice was fond of in a way - and for this, she was more than thankful. She was surprised to see how many of their band had followed - how many of them had survived, and how little they had lost. Surely this was some blessing - surely this would not stay forever. Malice had been created on grounds of ash between fire and deadly smoke. This would not last.

They entered a part of the fen that was neither Arthendal nor the brotherhood. The trees, as a shield, kept them safe while out there the wind raged on. The cold, however less threatening it was, had not gone. They were still to freeze if they would not have dens - but luckily the shielding man Sebastian had thought of that before she could say anything. A smile did she offer him - later they would talk about what had happened with her and his father. For now, Malice was keen on resting her graceful form to prepare for another day - but not before a nudge was given by her loving mate. The look in his pale blue eyes she knew, and she nodded, a smile never wavering. Which one they would pick for their family she had yet to figure out. Besides, many were still to speak up - it was only proper to wait for everyone to speak.