Northstar Vale Four corners of the world.

Tamar had plans for them, it seemed.

Antigone had gone with her because he enjoyed the time he spent with his mother. She was warm and comforting. Her voice had grown to be one of his favorite sounds. Though he had begun to demonstrate some peculiarities, the red-hooded boy clearly loved his family.

As a group was invited into their home, the boy watched. His eyes shifted between his mom and his sisters with burning curiosity, wondering if they would engage with the strangers. Antigone could smell a few of them, though he did not know that there were other children who had journeyed to the vale to see the new family.

Sniffing near where Tamar was, Antigone waited for what would come.