Stone Circle over the castle on the hill

Strange, how after so many months, this place is the only place that truly feels like home and Clary basks in the feeling - lovely, like the way cold water tumbles down a parched and weary throat. She has missed this place, and the young ranger collects herself on the border and tips her nose to breathe the winter breeze. The winds have picked up since dawn, and roll down the hills to fill her lungs with memories of home.

Mother's scent runs strong, and so does Steph's. The others she doesn't recognize, but they all carry the familiar current that makes Easthollow and every member what they know they are to each other: family. These are her family, and she finds confidence in this to lift her voice, earthy and strong, for someone to meet her - hoping for her mother or her sister, yet eagerly ready for anyone.