Blacktail Deer Plateau Ensemble

Reyson stayed to the outskirts. He didn't know them well here. Tamar had begged them move, had meshed their two packs together. And it made him wary. He tried to stay calm, be well. But he knew enough to admit when memories came creeping. It had only been a few short months since his life had been upheaved and now here more changes.

He was not cruel enough to say that these pack members were anything like the Germanicus or the pharoah. On the contrary they were nothing like them. They were good and thus far kind. However he couldn't fight the ugliness that snuck through his unglued cracks, unmooring his thoughts.

So he took it slow. He moved about on the edges. Staying near Meadow, his children. Ever present, but so vigilant. And part of him hated himself for it.