Deepwood Weald Life is ours, we live it our way.

He asked if something had occurred at Moonglow and she cooked a sable lobe in his direction, surprised that word had not reached him of their sister pack's uncertainty. I hear that her daughter of Moonsong has abandoned her village, she offered, and this was all that she could give, gone off with a man to someplace unknown, without a word.

Ciri did not know the circumstances. Ariadne, from what she'd been told, was young - and her suitor considerably older. The youth could've been easily manipulated, or perhaps her own family dynamic had proven complicated. It was unfair of her to judge this girl with knowing only one side of the story, though the sorrow she carried was meant for Kukutux.