Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

She introduces herself but Antumbra does not recognize it. The pack name is even foreign to her. The only other pack in the area she knows is Morningside further south residing in a territory she has seen as hers since conquering but her absence in the taiga has left it free reign. The disconnect between the Maplewood and Drageda has grown significantly and it’s easier to let go than she anticipated.

Before she has a chance to ask on it, however, Olive introduces her absent daughter. Grey eyes turn in the direction she had gone but does not see her, instead turning back when she’s pressed with a question. At first, she wants to say no. Since Wildfire’s leaving, she’s hardly felt like much of a family. She’s kept her distance to some degree as she tries to realign herself with the commanders and their desires. Maybe they knew of Wildfire’s departure and the only reason they visit now but would they fault her for the children she’s helped create, even if they did not come from her own loins?

“Yes,” she says after a moment. “Four boys, one girl. They are grown now,” she explains. Tux and Silkie aren’t much older than Eleuthera, from the looks of it, but Drageda has hardened them as most of their other children into hardened warriors. “Where is Elysium?”