Broken Antler Fen Everyone you love has built it

It really is. She couldn't help but smile as his muzzle tickled her face. It really didn't matter. As long as they were together, she'd be happy, and she could always come back and visit this forest. Eventually, maybe she could even come back and visit Wraen. But not yet.

Thanks, for loving this place too. She'd probably said it before, but it felt right to say it now. He hadn't needed to step up here, to lead and to do all of the amazing things he did. She was glad he had gotten the opportunity because he deserved it, but it can't have been easy. It would have been awful, not getting the time we did. Her voice was steady. She was ready for this.

She'd known, all along, that her sister had been living on borrowed time towards the end. Her health had gotten worse and worse, and as she lost the others, she had held on tighter to what she still had. They hadn't gotten to say goodbye, but they'd gotten to have a home here. And that was all because Eljay had been willing to give up his.

It was time to make that right. Maybe... maybe a change would even be good for her.

If we fill the Caldera with Blackthorns, does that change the name? She asked, shifting the subject and smiling. She remembered him talking about the Blackthorn den, and about how his family had always supported the Redhawks. How did that feel for him, going back to claim it entirely for his own?

I mean, Brecheliant didn't exactly work like that. But she liked the poetic closure of it. It'd make a good story, maybe.