Nimbus Summit Home sweet home, I like the new foundation.

the more time she spent with wayfarer, the less antha could deny a simple truth: she adored the girl. wayfarer reminded her so much of the scrappy young girls of her homeland, beautiful and wild and ready for any challenge. she reminded antha of herself and her countless sisters, those she had grown up alongside though they shared no relation. nothing could compare to the bond of sisterhood, whether it was sealed in the blood of the covenant or the water of the womb.

perhaps it was the promise of sisterhood that antha saw in the girl. the nip at her cheek brought forth fond bell-chime laughter, and she ducked her head in a half-hearted and ultimately fruitless attempt at a retaliating nip to her shoulder. the witch's expression brightened with a luminous warmth when wayfarer asked how she was settling in. i'm settling in very well, thank you. i've enjoyed exploring the summit and getting to know the people of atautsikut, her own words turned inquisitive then. and you? are you happy with the changes that have come to your pack? her tone was gentle and sincere, free of any implication toward a possible answer.

while she hoped wayfarer was happy with this new beginning, antha knew it was her right to feel otherwise. frankly, it would surprise her if not a single one of the members of the rebranded atautsikut objected to any of the recent decisions. there had to be at least one grievance, she felt; there always was when life-changing circumstances gripped an entire pack.