Stone Circle Please do not push me away

He realized he knew very little about Easthollow's history, and even less about Silvertip Mountain's. Of course, Merrit knew little bits from his mother's stories, but he had never thought to commit the entirety of their history to memory. And yet, why not? The thought of discovering this now ignited an excitement in his chest he hadn't felt for a very long while, and for the flicker of a second, Merrit's lips tugged upward in a crooked and quivering grin - reflecting the enthusiasm of his mother, on a far quieter scale - and looking quite like he didn't know how to wear the expression of pleasure anymore.

The raven nodded. "I will start with Elysium," he decided with finality, "If Pema did not follow the rest of her pack there, and if they have no one else to teach me, then I will return and check with the Hollow." He already began to work through the plan; he would do best to leave soon, he decided; he knew which way to go, for he had visited Elysium once before. But the raven hadn't told his mother this - that he had followed her and Greyback, and had seen them woven together - and with deliberate cover, he tacked on a final question to keep this secret close, "What is the way to Elysium, and what do I do, once I reach their border?"