Stone Circle storms of violet eroded the shores

Totally cool with me! <3

At Rusalka's prompting, Arrax picked up the pace, following dutifully.

He had been quiet during the last leg of their trip, his mind torn between the excitement of a new place to call home, versus leaving everything he knew behind. It was clear Raventhorpe's numbers were dwindling, but the gravity of the situation – especially heading into winter – was lost on the boy, even after his father's explanation. Why did they have to move? Could they not talk to this pack and tell them to come join their family at the Plateau?

The young Cairn stood silent and watchful beside his father as he sent up a call for leadership. He eyed the surrounding fields, already disliking the open and exposed nature of the land. Uncharacteristically, Arrax moved ever so slightly to stand behind Rusalka as two strangers answered the summons.

Two men clad in slate. Ujurak and Sven of Kvarsheim; it all sounded so different and strange. His gaze passed over both before looking to the side, feigning disinterest, though kept one ear turned in the direction of the three.