Shadewood Dear me, you'll be older one day

The shade wood was a good find.  Rosalyn had not scouted it beforehand, but when told they were relocating, had not argued.  The rain was relentless... even now it ran down her spine, a light drizzle that might soon pick up again.  She sighed.  At least here the ground was higher, and flooding was not such a worry as there.

Despite the wet, she sought to perhaps teach the children some of the ways of the hunt.  First however she needed to find a proper spot, somewhere prey frequented.  Their attention spans were not yet built to support an extended search; she would need to know where to find signs shortly, signs she could teach that would serve them later.

Solaire and Aracelie would reach the age first, but their siblings wouldn't be far behind.