Neverwinter Forest after the storm

When his parents had first announced that they were leaving Lost Creek Hollow to move closer to family, Breccan had been too baffled to have much of a reaction. He dutifully accepted his cargo -- his little brother Tiarnach -- and followed along, but with each step away from home a dark cloud settled lower and lower over his head. The first time they had moved, from the Sunspire to the hollow, he had been too young to really understand. He had simply made the trek without protest and had settled into his new life.

But that was the thing -- he liked his new life. He liked the hollow, and he liked the friends he had made there. He enjoyed hunting in the flatlands around their territory. He liked exploring the water features and getting into trouble with Nuna. That was, perhaps, the most maddening thing about this whole experience -- it had happened so quickly, he hadn't been given a chance to let his closest friend know that he was leaving. His teenage mind wondered darkly if he would ever even see her again.

For the first leg of the journey, though, Breccan had kept all these thoughts to himself. He just stewed quietly, thankful that his mouth was occupied by carrying Tiarnach and that was an excuse not to speak. When it was determined that they were settling down for the night, in a place that Rannoch was very familiar with, he gave the area a cursory glance. Normally, he would have been excited to see his father's childhood home, but in his present mindset it didn't hold his interest. "Okay," was his only response, and then he followed Deshyr away from the den.

He plopped onto his haunches next to her with a sigh. He didn't say anything for a long time, and then finally muttered under his breath, "This sucks."