Blacktail Deer Plateau Exodus

Arrax was quiet on the journey back to Raventhorpe, remaining so even as Solveig rushed to greet them, her praise falling on shoulders heavy with the news they had to break to the pack.

He still wondered why they had to move; the Plateau had everything they needed and was in a prime place, up high and away from other packs. The borders were well established, and they all knew their territory inside and out. He kept the thoughts to himself, however, turning his head away from those who had gathered, not even meeting the questioning looks from his siblings as Rusalka addressed the small crowd.

For a heartbeat, Arrax wondered if his father's invitation to go their own way was extended to his children as well. He knew the older Cairn siblings had dispersed already...but the notion vanished as quickly as it had appeared. It was hard enough to leave his home, he didn't want to leave his family, too.

He quickly cast a gaze over to Greyfalcon, wondering how she'd take the news having lived here so long, and then to his parents. He trusted in his father's judgement, but that didn't mean he had to like it.