Seaside Moors it will come back

Something in Gin hated that Chacal had become the hero. She'd fled the scene initially, hadn't she? Where was the courage in that? It was a sour weight that dropped her stomach and left her with a puckered expression. She didn't want to face either one of her siblings. Val looked like a complete mess, coating from head to toe in muck and still reeking of skunk stench. The siren wasn't about to be caught with him in the den. 

With a fresh scowl and a snort, Regin turned herself from the scene and stalked away. Her eyes pulled from the image of Chalan and Valravn. She aimed herself for a small area that was a few hundred yards from the family site. It was a secret portion of the pack that she felt she'd discovered. It was also the only place she could think to go at that time, covered in mud and still unable to get the scent of her brother out of her mouth and nose. 

It would take a while before she would forgive the humiliation she felt from that encounter.