Dragoncrest Cliffs go tell aunt rhody

This whole situation was wrong to her. She prickled with paranoia at the thought of a message from beyond the grace, but every fiber in her bucked against the notion of leaving. She had not been chased out by the mountain pack and she would not be driven out by vague, fell warnings.

We can't just leave, she said, giving Haunt a long look. Their children were still young, and where would they go? Any ghosts here were bound to be kinder than those in the sound, and to return to the bay would only tempt fate more.

Was there anything else? Any sign of what this trouble might be? She needed to talk to her wife about this, definitely, but.... no. No. Her stomach tightened with nervous uncertainty even as she tried to convince her mind that it was made.