Blackwater Islands Embrace

Pelagius had chosen to den near his Mother’s den, where he had once watched the worms squirm in the dirt. He had taken his antlered skull and returned it to its place on his shoulders, though he meant to return it to its rightful home upon the heads of their newest. To return those they had lost to their rightful places.

Pelagius came slinking, his eyes alighting upon their much wayward sister. He smiled a great smile to see her.

Morgra, sister! He swept a paw out in a great gesture.

How good to see you.