Broken Antler Fen Flawless.

Set shortly after this. For @Praimfaya.

Their venture back to Broken Antler Fen was quiet, contemplative. Dacio dwelled on his wearied thoughts: Vercingetorix and the fate of his family he'd fled Drageda to save; the status of Rusalka, absent its leader; what her proximity could mean for Roangeda's future. He didn't like to admit that Blackhead made his skin crawl, but he had seen what she was capable of. What she could be capable of. He would peer over a peppered shoulder here and there, only to be sure that he and Praimfaya were not being followed.

"What do you make of Blackhead, then?" Dacio's focus turned to the girl when they were within their own borders, content to be upon their kru's own turf once more. His pale gaze lingered on her silver features and a dark ear cupped forward, eager to hear how the future Wanheda might handle this complicated situation.