Whitebark Stream I walk a lonely road....

she'd been teaching juniper to identify various tracks when the call broke out, sorrow-filled and keening. the matriarch pauses, instructing her daughter to return to the den (and hanging back a moment to ensure she actually moves in the right direction) before changing course, finding her way to the healer in a few moment's times. 

"aphrodite," she greets, pressing into the clearing. a den, not hers, but instead Surya's, judging by the scent here. brow furrows, gaze shifting from the woman to the empty den (and fading scents) and back again. "what's happened?" comes her query, though truly, she already knows.