Stavanger Bay It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done.

Opalia chimed in, sharing further news of Heda and relocation of what was left of their pack. The young Gona stood quietly then, frowning deeply as he studied Dalia's expression for any changes. He detected surprise in the arch of her brow and sorrow in the gleam of her mismatched eyes, but frustration swelled in his breast at her gentle apologies.

Her words did not matter to him. No "sorry" could ever lick clean the wounds of a childhood that was troubled, but it was her question that brought forth the low rumble in his throat. "We came to find you," Dacio countered, a defensive edge to his tone. He narrowed his frosty gaze somewhat, daring his silver sibling to share with them her reason for needing to know why they hadn't followed their commander at once to Trigeda. Was she suggesting that they'd abandoned their family in favour of life as natrona?