Seaside Moors We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it

Rosalyn listened quietly.  She was glad too that they were happy to return, though she wondered how long the charm would hold.  Soon the same troubles of the plateau would become troubles here... and would the proximity be enough?

Those thoughts were scattered by Erzulie's revelation.  Rosalyn liked to think she knew her wife well by now, but this came as a complete surprise and it showed plainly.  Their children, form a new pack?

I'm not sure, she admitted slowly, glancing out of habit as if to ensure they weren't overheard.  As she mulled it, it became less clear.

Who would head it?  Nieve has no desire, and the rest...  she trailed off, not wanting to be harsh, but with clear doubt.  Their first brood was full of capable wolves, but none were consistent save Nieve.  She saw so much anger in Reyes... anger that would turn disaster with his refusal to trust.  Marisol was sweet but distant, quiet... leadership would drown her, no doubt.  Scarab was gone, and Nieve had stated clearly where her intentions lay.

Rosalyn looked at Erzulie, curious.  What was she planning?