Hushed Willows This is not the end

Thanks to the tremors of the very earth, Opalia could be nothing but on edge here. What if this was like what dad had said happened to Drageda once? When Sleeping Dragon had eventually smoked, forcing them to flee the breathing, smoldering mountain? All of this well before her time, of course, so she only knew about it like some old tale from a history, but something deep in her was unsettled by this here and now, unsure of what it was telling them exactly besides beware..

The process to acclimate to Elysium's way was not going nearly as smooth as she might have once hoped. When even retaliation from the enemies they had stirred seemed a distant concern, that was how she knew this was just so much, so quickly. They had an oncoming winter to think about, bodies to mend, and strong structure lacking--all while the mountain range itself quaked deep in the depths Opalia, did not care to even fathom.

All the same.. Sunny's howl was worth a tilt to an ear, mainly because she was not far away when it sounded in the first place. It was Dacio's scent that really drew a response from the yearling, and she perked, following after his fresh trail immediately to find Sunny and him both, perhaps seconds after engaging. Judging by her brother's posture, and the leader's hardness to his responding words, she could have a pretty good idea what had gone on so far. Still, Opalia stayed back, though poised herself confidently near enough to Dacio's vicinity to truly gauge the situation for herself. Whatever this encounter was bound to become, unquestionably, she knew her best bet was there.