Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

One would hope, he wanted to mention as she spoke, but he did not know. Valtari thought more in absolutes with the growing dangers of the day to day; to not eat one day meant less stamina for the next, and then the next, and from there it would snowball to far darker thoughts. If there were to be a reprieve on the other side of those mountains and word come back to them, he wonder how much further Rusalka would go from the coast.

"We are a familial pack," he said, thinking of the children that had joined them. They must have been, though truth be told he hadn't quite learned what all they were about just yet. It had been from Erzulie he had learned of its sordid history, however briefly. The rest had come through snippets here and there, to which he added: "Or we were. Our displacement from the coast from its rising waters have separated some from us." And presumably, he thought them lost much in the way the others had.

"What of yours?" It felt necessary to ask; had they suffered too?