Blackfeather Woods & i've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool for a while now

"and to you" she echoes softly, ignoring the unbidden clench of a harrowed heart as hollowed eyes track the departure of the nona. watching the trees embrace her pale form before swallowing her whole and having no right to even consider following, words didn't begin to express how that shattered her. swallowing against the discomfort whilst trying to shut out the whispers of the forest, she looks back to the solemn faced rowan. how could she lecture him and let herself display such grief moments later? no she had to be optimistic, for him. yet her mind somewhat selfishly used him as an anchor of her own, told herself that for him alone she had to be strong yet in reality, it was partially just ammunition to keep herself afloat. smiling weakly, she leans forward to embrace him lightly; nebulous murmurs drifting forth to wrap tentatively about the two- "life has to have balance rowan, wolves die so that there's room for new ones to be born. balance is what makes the sun rise each day, the grass grow so plentifully- there will be spanners in your life sometimes that will seem cruel and unjust but it doesn't stay that way...things will always get better again."

exhaling shakily, she pulls back and casts a sidelook to bertók. she wished she felt as certain about those words as she sounded, but they had to believe right? tundra may not have faith in any gods, but they all had to have some sort of confidence in something, right? nudging him lightly she finally murmurs; "go on, go home" before straightening and looking to her feathered friend once more. "us too bertók, it's time to go home" and she turned with a sweep of her tail to prowl away from the woods and towards the distant, brazen peaks.