Duskfire Glacier we'll replant our roots, and soon we will grow

Emory stared at the foriegn land with hidden distrust, what if it failed her just as the Glade had? She glanced at Rose and Hawthorn, she knew neither looked to her as a mother, and it didn't hurt her that badly, all that mattered is that she'll watch after them, whether it be from afar or up close. She refocused on Eden, her face holding no more expression, the only emotion left was the strange linger of lust in her eyes, no matter how dull the rest of her became. She observed the newly founded land, taking in what she could. 

She glanced at Kieran as he spoke, she had yet to ever speak to the yearling, she glanced at his mother, wondering how truthfully she would answer. That we were weak? That kind wolves are hard to find in reality? It didn't matter, she shifted her attention back to her higher rank. It was a small relief to finally find a new place to rest, but her cautiousness wouldn't cease anytime soon.