Whitebark Stream The river will be your eyes and ears.

She came back temporary. Hearing faint rumors on her cousins, and other from the Déorwine family. Though, despite her inkling toward the inevitable, the elken woman still held a rather surprised look. The land she temporary laid to was now destroyed by a torrent of water, the rivers overflowing, and the land sunken. 

Unfortunate, she thought.

The wolves would have moved. Célnes made the correct decision wisking the two away from here, though couldn't help but shake her head at the misfortune, and only hoped the High Elk would help them so. Perhaps being unblessed was their downfall of this land, but there was hope they remained alive. She could understand the misfortunate of nature, as her own was destroyed by fire, and now the curse of water.

Then she heard the call of someone familiar, whome she met before disappearing near the mountains, "Germanicus?"