Broken Antler Fen walking on glass

Hope was dashed before it could truly take any root. Opalia's interest hardened into scrutiny soon enough, for it wasn't immediately obvious to her what it was Kaertok took his real issue with but figured it was something in the whole presentation here, from personalities to pack. She knew what it looked like, though, but nothing else had even taken her and Dacio this far in months; this was the last semblance of the traditions they were born to around this stretch of wilderness, too.

Her irritation flickered to life, then was stoked by any mention of Rusalka--even if the hint about an Isi didn't sit well with her either, highly suspect. Praimfaya's grumble spoke its volumes to the yearling, and she was keenly listening for signs of more as she prepared to side with the worlida's protection immediately. Her hackles rose up with her next exhale, but Opalia kept her fury carefully reined in. He didn't deserve even that much information, not for this and unless came any other order from her leader for more, she was silent, and offered a small flash of her teeth-tips.

He was on his way on his own accord next, though, going with it her own step forward to pressure him on out the rest of the way. They needed loyal, strong wolves... but he would find no place among theirs today, so he had best make his leave brief.