Whitefish River the moon was but a chin of gold & her amber lips never did part

A call echoed, beaconing the roan woman forward through the late afternoon. Soon the white figure of Aurëwen and an unexpected feathered companion came to view leaving Ira with maw agape to answer when the woman suddenly spoke up. The name she mentioned felt almost as if it had come from a dream, but the dream of Moonspear was all too real.

Ira had visited once herself moons ago, but at that time Hydra was not the ruler. Had the mother stepped down for her daughter? Still, it surprised her that the wolves of the mountain had opened their home for the scarred mother. They seemed very intent on keeping their family just that. Family. Perhaps it was just under the conditions she visited. Korei Julia had never mentioned her family's hate for her when the constable agreed to escort her.

At the time of her visit, Ira had resided in Easthollow. A rocky relationship had already been formed between the two packs, but it was true the rulers of the distant mountain likely did not know of the newly founded kingdom. If you believe an alliance is possible over such a vast distance, Evergreen and I will discuss the potential of an alliance with Moonspear. We have only sought friends East of our current location as many are only a few days travel or less.

She paused taking in the snowy woman's figure. Had she not just sought out her family? Now she planned to leave them or was it that they were all to depart. No, surely she meant her alone. Dragomir was in no condition for such a journey and her daughter seemed rather eager to stay and learn.

I can not stop you, but what of your family? Is it your wish to leave, or perhaps you will all reunite after wounds have mended? There seemed to be many wounds in this family, not all were adorned on the surface. She did not know enough to know just what they suffered from, but she recognized the pain as she once hid her own.