Whitefish River that girl with a broken heart

Not today? Then. . .why --

Wanlida is gone.

Wanlida? Surely that meant no other wolf but her mother. His niece. Blodreina. He swallowed upon hearing the circumstances of the death, feeling grief well up in his throat, much like the blur of tears that surprised him, somewhat. Verx hadn't known Gavriel's daughter all too well. . .but faced with the sorrow of a child who had lost her mother, he found it easy to get caught up in the emotion of the scene.

Oh, Praimfaya, I'm so sorry, he said softly, shaking his head. He turned his gaze to Ingram, brows drawn together in a pained expression. I'm very sorry, Vercingetorix added in common tongue, for the man's benefit.

Rock slides? That just went along with everything that had been happening lately. The mountains don't sound safe, he mused, frowning. Will you stay there, or go? You're welcome here, if you need somewhere to live for a while, he added, blinking gently at the pair.

It wasn't really his call to make, but fuck it. Why would Evergreen and Ira say no, anyway?