Dragoncrest Cliffs go tell aunt rhody

Rosalyn's chest tightened painfully. Raleska.

It was a blow that she wasn't expecting and she was visibly affected, her expression clouding with hurt for just a moment. She had never believed in omens but she was a superstitious wolf when it came to spirits. She believed that the wolf that Haunt saw might have been her daughter. The first pain was from never seeing her herself - the second was with the realization that now, after so many months, she'd forgotten her face altogether. The colors she knew but the details were lost.

A black wolf, yellow eyes. Could it be anyone else?

You believe this is real? She asked, her voice slightly tight. She was not leaving but she was proposing they all do. But these cliffs were their home - they had defended against a number of enemies here. If they were to face any opposition, she would choose here over any other patch of the coast.

Any other words she would have easily discounted. But Raleska...