Broken Boulder Dandelions, Forest-Fern and Clover

The fae considered the charcoal dove's question - not truly knowing the answer herself. She and Horosk had not truly been searching for a home, but perhaps they had been unbekownst to themselves. Their journey had been fun, but they were pack wolves - and both of them knew that fact. 

Horosk especially.

He had to be kept out of his own head. Without the hustle of daily life in a pack, Semira was not sure if she could have kept him from sheltering down into his own thoughts about Kelina. When Lana appeared, they both knew that it was time. Even if she had not been to in to it to begin with.

Semira smiled - allowing one side to quirk a bit more than the other. "Perhaps it was fate, but we were just heading north and ran into Bracken." A soft chuckle escaped, "And of course this pack happened to be exactly what the both of us wanted." She wondered for a second if the other woman had met her counterpart. "Have you met Horosk yet?" She inquired.