Blacktail Deer Plateau Climbed the trees of Carolina

Rosalyn's gaze lingered, and for a minute she turned thoughtful.  That wasn't the answer she'd hoped to hear, but it was the one she wanted.  It would be selfish of her to look to a place where they both wouldn't be happy, and while she knew it would give her peace, for how long?  Once the novelty wore off, would she sleep soundly in the cliffs? Or perhaps her nightmares would return.

Maybe it was better to leave them empty.  Maybe back where we began, she said with a small laugh behind the words.  I imagine the monster is long dead.  There'd been a pack there, last she knew, but in the chaos perhaps they'd fled.  It was another thought... another coast.

Or perhaps someplace new altogether.  So many choices, and maybe for nothing.  Maybe after we see how this next part is.  Who knew how their plan would go.