Sawtooth Spire And I bet right now you're probably thinking that

@Phaedra @Thade @Astraeus and @Mahler if he'd be around for it — rendezvous move. Inspiration for the rendezvous, but spring instead of autumn.

Up and at 'em, Wylla called loudly, striding out into the overcast morning. She wore an air of purpose in the brisk shake of her coat, the way she glanced back to the den to make sure the pups were following, and the sharp shine of her yellow eyes. Time at last to leave musty dens behind and return to the outdoors, the way a wolf should live. She was grateful for the spacious cavern Quellcrist had gifted her, but they'd overstayed their welcome and she was eager for the open space of a larger expanse. Less paws in the ribs and more space for the cubs to separate themselves when they were in their moods was nothing but a blessing for her.

Today's a special day, she told them when they were presumably amassed and ready to go. Other parents might've turned it into an adventure with that proclamation, but Wylla was nothing if not direct. She wasn't prepared to deal with any meltdowns if she made it a surprise and they got to their destination and realized they'd left a favourite bone or piece of hide behind. We won't be coming back here. We're going to live with the rest of the pack now. If there's anything you want to take with you, make sure you grab it.

There was one other benefit to this move that Wylla was looking forward to: passing the care of sullen Astraeus over to the pack. For her blood-borne children, Wylla would remain a primary caretaker and teacher, but her definition of family was always black and white. She liked children, but through this endeavour, she'd quickly learned that mothering children who weren't her own wasn't in her DNA, and she looked forward to getting back to being the mother of two and handing the orphan's reins to someone else.