Sun Mote Copse hemlock

Once more, the Ebonywood family had packed the things they held dear to them and found their way to a new home. This was less bittersweet than leaving the vale, though Meadow’s heart ached to wonder if Tamar tried to return, if she would be at a loss as to where to find them.

Still, important herbs and trinkets had been packed in the dried skin of a fawn, and the family of four found their footing after Reyson, who had scouted ahead.

There was a sense of nervousness that flickered in her chest—at the idea of seeing Towhee once more, and perhaps Fennec, after what she had done—

—but the Redhawk was a dear friend to her husband, and as each season passed and they grew a little stiffer, a little older… she sensed he needed this. A comrade to spend his days with.

A welcoming howl sounded—drawing the honeyed eyes of the healer upward. She cast a small smile to her two yearlings—encouragement, she hoped, before moving forward to greet whom she assumed was one of their new pack mates at the edge of the borders.