Emberwood The kids aren't all right.

He remarked on the sigil, and Ibis would've boasted that it had been Reiko's idea, then maybe thrown in some anecdotal information about their claim of the marsh and the migration, but it all sounded so complicated. She looked at the dirt instead, folding against Tuathal when he draped a foreleg across her and pulled her close. She was easily dwarfed by the older man but that didn't bother her; the feeling of his chest and the shifting of his fur was a comfort, as was the steady beat of his heart that she couldn't help but overhear at this proximity.

Then he asked, What do we do now?

Ibis didn't know. She should've known. She was the Archdruid of this forest, after all. What do newcomers do on a pack's borders? But she was not a newcomer... The shock wasn't leaving her system yet. She was tired, and staring at the dirt... But finally managed to gather enough energy together to say softly, We call for... Someone. Which was a vague instruction. Ibis could have called for anyone at all, even merely called out and waited, but she couldn't find it in herself to raise her voice. A few seconds pass and she's breathing in Tuathal's musk, feeling his warmth bleed in to her, and manages to say the name: @Kukulkan?

Was he even here? Hadn't he -- and Bhediya too -- they weren't back from their trip, were they? How long had she been gone...?