Arrow Lake — disappearances, after all, have explanations. usually.

tashkent is loath to continue to follow the drageda crew, especially as they begin their ascent up into the mountains. little things here and there pull at her—not only familial presence scented quite recently, but just wanderlust in general. let's explore! let's run away! it screams at her with every step, and it takes all of her to stay with the pack, at least for a little bit longer.

but then she catches sight of that big black hunk of meat she'll sooner or later find out is named thorn, and she suddenly doesn't feel so reluctant anymore.

the luk makes eyes at him, all the while flicking an ear to catch the conversation traveling back and forth between the wolves she sort of knows and the wolves she does not know at all. it's not her place to speak, here, but she stands prim and steadfast, hoping to look like a good little warrior. her eyes cut over to her cousin, imploring her to do the same.