Blacktail Deer Plateau Ensemble

They were gathered—as only made sense, when two packs merged.

This felt less like a merge, though, and as if Epoch had simply been consumed into the ranks of Raventhorpe—adopted by them, so to speak. Epoch’s culture was not here—and Tamar was not at the mantle alongside these other leaders.

Fatigued—emotionally and physically—the silver waif did the best she could to placate her children and husband, eager to keep any turmoil in her emotions from cresting her features, lest they see how much trepidation truly rest within her.

Tamar had wanted this, and Meadow had seen it in the woman—if Tamar had not gained this… had not been given some semblance of a fresh start, or something new… It would not have ended well, she did not believe.

When they gathered—Meadow was near her cubs at first. They murmured to one another—heightened emotions began to play out, and the mother cast a sharp glance to them all before moving away, reaching to her husband, preening at his side but only after placing a kiss upon Tamar's cheek.

“I don’t know,” she whispered to him—a quiet reprieve where they had a hushed moment.