Deepwood Weald giggle at a funeral

He shrugged, nodding. Of course, Killdeer replied. I made a promise to their mothers, and the other fathers aren't here. It's just me. I'm more than happy to stick around.

Once many tree now covered in ash. It sounded like a terrible place, indeed.

How'd you find this place, then? he asked. It's an upgrade, apparently, from what you're used to. He paused, and then went on, smiling, There's a great hunt at the end of summer every year—well, there was last year, and hopefully next year, too. You'll love it. Lots of new faces to meet.

The interconnectedness of the moon-packs was something he found quite appealing; it was like an extended family, and mended—if only slightly—the gaps in his heart left by various absences.