Northstar Vale I've tried turning down the monsters living in my head

Ah, yes… they are a gift.

Arsenio would be pleased to have more young ones running through the vale, chasing prey through the trees. They had lost a chunk of their family when Towhee had left. Her son remained, tethered to the ghost of his sister. Even still, the Arche could feel it in the boy - Jack would leave soon, too. He would wish to be with his mother and their kin.

Soon you will be happy and very tired, the redstone wolf remarked with a rugged laugh. But I hope that our young ones will grow as brothers and sisters.

Arsenio thought of Antigone for only a moment.