Northstar Vale redden

Towhee’s world narrowed down to her three children. She did everything she could to soften the blow of their father’s absence, mostly just by making herself available. Since giving up on searching, she never strayed far from the spring, with most days spent at Wraen’s Nest.

She left the youngest two there with her brother to fetch the goatskin from the roost. Towhee planned to drag it to their intended rendezvous site. They were still a little young to make the move but she could barely stand being in the roost anymore.

She tugged it outside just to find Tamar standing there. Towhee released her hold and looked to the Morphe, face drawn but eyes inquisitive.