Broken Antler Fen like a black hole

His gaze is soft upon Praimfaya with her response, that small sliver of insight into Eske's personal life rousing some curiosity but mostly a quiet sorrow. He knew that her widower remained, having followed their daughter to the place she'd hoped to found Roangeda, though Dacio was yet to cross paths with him. That was an encounter he was eager to initiate, but he did not wish to pick at wounds that would still be raw.

"We noticed that too," he carried on, and frowned deeply as he recalled sharing such concers with Opalia on their travels inland. "It is much too soon, but we will get by. Come," he beckoned to her, turning away so that they might carry on with a patrol together.

Truthfully, he worried for the coming cold season. While he'd only faced one in his lifetime, he and his sister's survival relied heavily on Drageda. He was an adult now, better equipped but significantly less prepared. All they could do was push to bolster their numbers, work to bring them together and hope that the world would not crumble around them as its tremors threatened.

"In Drageda, we all denned together in a place called Hougeda," the ashen yearling shared as he trailed the length of his body along a rugged rock face, depositing his scent. "It brought us closer, helped maintain a bond with our kru. How would you feel about creating something similar here?" It is better to curl close to other warm bodies when the frosts arrive than to shiver alone in some lonely hollow.