Heron Lake Plateau they escaped the weight of the darkness

This trip had gotten even weirder before they reached their destination; Breccan had been shocked to see Wisteria. He wasn't unhappy to see her by any means -- some part of him felt relief that she was safe and alive, though malnourished -- but everything was overshadowed by his disdain for the entire situation. Throughout the rest of the journey, he had stolen glances at her as she lingered near the back of the group, but hadn't attempted to engage her in any sort of interaction (granted, it would have been difficult to talk with Tiarnach in his mouth).

It was nearly midnight when they finally set paws on the plateau. Already annoyed after having spent the last few days dwelling on his resentment, Breccan was even crankier given the late hour. He deposited Tiarnach at his feet and glanced back at the wilds stretching out behind them, the land they had travelled across illuminated in the moonlight. He frowned, but didn't say anything even as his mother called for her family.

All he wanted was to find a place to sulk and sleep.