Heron Lake Plateau and when you wanted me, i came to you

the sylph focused her full attention on fire -- who doubtless, knew the plateau's realm with far greater familiarity than caiaphas. her gaze slid to the aforementioned northern rim - a swath of territory the crone had not yet considered.

there was little appeal to caiaphas being nestled in the heart of things; perhaps fire's suggestion held great merit, for it placed her and her brood in some semblance of privacy.. yet, at what cost? they would be closer to the borders, more vulnerable -- the siren considered this trade-off in quiet engagement.

eventually she spoke, largely in agreement with the firebrand's assessment. "i do not. it would make us vulnerable." she thought of the starvation ravaged she-wolf that had nearly killed her son and felt a familiar twinge of bile along her tongue. "a cave would be nice, but it seems the plateau has other designs; all i can find is water." an ironic lamentation, given her sea-side upbringing, where fresh water would have been considered a boon rather than a mild annoyance.