Bearclaw Valley there is nothing you can do for them,

she follows after her mother with mixed emotions, both excited and apprehensive. the last time Astara had ferried them out of the den, she had attacked the other woman with pups. things seem to have settled since, but Avicus now wonders what now is afoot. normally quickest out of the gate, she follows after Aventus today, a fiery end to the line of dark wolves.

the trees and brush give way to open space, and within it is the one-eyed man, looking pleased. she draws alongside her brother; she, too, is panting, and lets out a relieved exhale as she sits back upon her haunches. her eyes scan the new surroundings, but eventually, they return to Merrick.

would there be a fight? no, the atmosphere did not feel charged enough for that. she wonders if another ceremony is in order, more painting of blood. the move from the den seems significant, and only when they've stayed for an extended period will she realize that this is permanent.