Dragoncrest Cliffs so to impress her lady, the queen

Since her return, she’s felt a little lighter. She can breathe, at least. Her mother’s death weighs heavily on her mind and she waits patiently for her sister’s return—and she hopes for her brother too—but she can at least channel some of what she feels into something else. By the end of the day, she’s reluctantly agreed to spending it with Blixen, finding comfort in the warmth they share. When she finds herself thinking about Ingram, she knows this isn’t enough and she’ll eventually have to tell Blixen.

Sleep doesn’t come easy to her so when the howl is made, her ear twitches and she jumps, though she’s afraid she’s going to wake the fiery girl. The voice isn’t necessarily familiar to her but she knows it and she sucks in a breath. It has to be her brother, though it surprises her she does not hear Eirlys’ voice with it. She is thankful, though, for she does not want the rest of Drageda to encounter Untying herself from the embrace, she carefully begins to slip away in hopes she avoided the inevitable. As she comes into the clearing from hougeda, she hits the ground running and weaves through the trees until she finds the source.

It is not her brother and sister that have come—she realizes how foolish it had been to think—but Ingram. Panic swells inside her and she does her best to keep it from overflowing, however, the closer she gets she sees another wolf, red in color illuminated pale from the moonlight and lack of upkeep. “Rose…” she manages to let out, shock and surprise, feeling a growl rumble low in her throat. Her eyes set hard on Ingram. Pain pricks behind her eyes, uncertain what exactly is going on and it is only that keeping her in place. The girl is so thin and she swallows thickly, kicking herself for not looking for her friend sooner, harder.