Dragoncrest Cliffs a servant of wile-weaving aphrodite

Rosalyn watched with pride as their brood entered the pack proper, at least in part. It was their first true stride towards independence, a show of trust for both them and the pack that they were now more freely able to roam with. If Erzulie was correct, this was the last year they would see this of their own children, and she trusted her wife's innate knowledge just as she'd known herself.

Jorunn's presence was a boon to her for a few reasons and she was glad the woman seemed content to serve as her wife's escort. The feeling that her age, her... weaknesses, were a focus for Erzulie had worn on them both. She could not be her sole confidant any longer - or her sole focus. The other reason she did not think of, did not speak of, and never would. Only time would serve to reveal it.

Rosalyn encouraged Quennel and Aminthe, whoever was near, forward. She was glad to see Gunnar there despite her harsh welcome of him. He had stood before it well and, as a result, gained at least a small amount of fond respect from her. She tipped her head at the offering, but didn't speak. Today the children were the focus and it was their gift to accept.

she is skippable <3 I'll try to hop in on rounds but don't let me hold things up for sake of order