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Finding a messenger to inform Dwin. That sounded so reasonable and easy, but what was the likelihood of him or her ever finding her out in the wilds to tell the news? Dwin briefly wondered, how would her return home have felt, had she arrived just a day or two later. When their scents would still linger, but none of them would be here? She would be left wondering about the hundreds upon hundreds of possibilities, likelihoods and her life would be spent searching for them, but maybe never finding out. It was a horrifying prospect and she was glad that she had just narrowly missed it. 

"Is dad ready for it?" she asked, knowing that neither the younger pair, nor Maia as a seasoned traveller, would have issues with changing the scenery. Eljay - on the other hand... Not all people were like Dwin's old hag friend, who kept on changing lovers, husbands, packs and nomadic lifestyle with ease and as she pleased. The young Blackthorn could easily see herself as being one like her, minus the male/female partners. But Eljay was built from a different material than his mercurial relatives.