The Heartwood and I can't feel no remorse, and you don't feel nothing back

she absorbed the rest of the information in silence, though paused in her step when she noted ahead the many scents of the group. here she paused, not quite ready to head towards the others, and surely the mother that waited there. she turned once towards Rannoch, ears angled towards them. "can I travel with you, to the mountains?" it wasn't quite a promise to be apart of his group, but she wasn't sure he'd want her there, either. still, there was something about the male that promised stability and the kind of peace she'd yet to experience in her short life - the kind of promise that had her falter before moving to broach the distance between her mother and herself.