Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

Oh, @Odessia !

Where the hell are you, Thalassa? The thought accompanied by a deep growl of annoyance.

The midnight coyote was frustrated beyond belief. Her ward had left without a word, without a trace to follow, while The Umbra and the others slept. Her trail had died at the edge of the forest that bordered Silver Creek and her guard was at her wits end as to where she could be in this damn place. She paced the edge of the Plateau as she looked out across the world below.

If the Queen is found dead, the little princeling will have my hide. Of course, it would be considered my fault as her guard--god forbid I rest after trekking here. Why she thought it was a good idea to go gallivanting off when we just got here is beyond me. She spoke her frustrations to no one in particular, except maybe the birds and animals that came here to rest and take their fill of the waters.