Emberflame Ridge No one can say what we get to be.

Would love a thread with @Samaantine if you're free, but otherwise AW.  :)

Despite the strain of pregnancy on her tiny frame, Durnehviir was coping well with their travels. She was enjoying seeing more of the Teekon alongside Constantine and their pack-mates, who'd dutifully agreed to follow them to support their next claim on Swiftcurrent Creek. When last she'd visited her birth-place after years travelling with Viinturuth there had been no sign of another pack moving in on the turf, but that'd been months ago - she had not paused to consider the possibility that it might be home to others now and, with that thought having presented itself, decided to keep it to herself.

Several hours after venturig from the willows at morning's first light, Durnehviir branched away from the group as she often did, though did not stray far. She quietly trailed through the forest that covered the ridge, drawn by the leaping of a squirrel between the branches above. It busied itself above her, stopping regularly to preen its furs and eye the wolf that obviously observed its movement.