Qeya River Little ones, Little ones

A careful eye was kept not on just her younger siblings, but also on her mother. Ash Star spoke nothing of what had transpired—the woman held her feelings close to her chest—but it wasn’t as if Acantha went searching for answers.

They had been uprooted from their home as a family, and were now trying to settle in this new land—but she hadn’t seen much of the two woman who had insisted on the move—not to mention the newly appointed leader of their pack.

Newborn puppies, she assumed, had that effect on a mother.

It left little to be desired for her to partake in such a lifestyle one day, but she did enjoy her time now with Darrow and Aerilyn. When they were ushered outside, she nudged an elk bone she had found—stripped from whatever predator or time—toward them before side-stepping closer to her mother.

“Weather’s getting warmer.” We could blow this place—find somewhere new. But the words remained unspoken for now. She wasn't sure it was all that safe for her younger siblings to travel just yet... Not that Wren or Silvertongue had even cared about that weeks before.