The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The elk nodded, finding that a good plan, "let's recuperate at the waters and search for our siblings." As the eldest, the two were always the ones to properly look after Ken and Fréo, they all grew up together. While Cenric, tended to do his own thing majority of the time, she still liked to believe they were all close enough. Célnes couldn't imagine going forward without trying to search for them.

She was going to lean onto his side, when their youngest sister slipped between the two. She smiled with joy, "Fréobearn," she coo'd like a mother, "i'm glad you are here." However, the other was still a miss. She touched her sister back with warmth, thankful for her survival.

"We're going to rest by the water a bit, then we will start looking for him."

She felt relatively calm- suppose they all had a more stillness rather then despair for what happened. She wasn't sure why it felt like this, perhaps it was the pure hope, and knowing, that their family of four was still alive. She had confidence, and fear.