Emberwood There's a party and we're all going

Just like that, the stranger made up her mind. He wouldn't have expected any different from her. She had the same mettle as his mother; he knew that should things have gone differently, she would have never stopped looking for him. But instead, she defended their home until the very last.

Hirundo only stared as the woman left. He did not see the stranger any longer. Instead, he saw his mother's red-stained silver-gray pelt, silent as winter snow.

It was not until his limbs began to ache from standing that he began the trek back to the witch and her river.

thank you as well <3