Dragoncrest Cliffs Where we keep the light we're given
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It was somewhat alarming for Ephraim to note that he hadn't been to Hougeda since returning to Dragoncrest Cliffs. Normally he slept out in the forest, in a little hollow beneath a tree where he had a decent view of the lake. Even during the colossal storm, Ephraim had retreated to his little hollow instead of the communal pack den. There was no real reason for it—he had no aversion to the place—but for whatever reason, time had crept by and he hadn't been back there.

As he slipped through the heavy foliage screening its entrance from view, he felt like he was three months old again, padding on huge paws into unknown territory alongside a host of unknown cubs. If you'd have asked him then, Ephraim would have claimed he could never amount to what all those pups would become. Half of them were gone now, the other half his brothers-in-arms. Dipping down into the comfortably dim cavern, Ephraim smiled wanly. Seems he wasn't the only one not suited to the life they were born into, not that he knew it.

He slid down onto his belly in the pale dawn light cast through the cavern's open roof, taking a deep breath of the musty air and feeling some semblance of peace for the first time in a while.

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Robin mostly finds himself listless and uncertain, wondering the cliffs aimlessly. he sticks to the borders when necessary but eventually he finds himself in weird places after zoning out for an unknown amount of time. A few minutes, most of the time, but occasionally longer.
 
This time, he’d been wandering the southern border until his mind found other things to do and he eventually moved back into the redwoods and outside Hougeda. Robin blinks a few times when he realizes it, shake his head, and makes his way in. There’s no reason to think much of it with how distracted he’s been and how upset everyone else is. The young man slips inside easily though he does not know what he’s going to find anymore. Often times Antumbra was here, or his siblings, but he doesn’t know what he wants to see when he makes it through.
 
It is Ephraim and he regards him for a moment before tightening his jaw and chuffing his presence.
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It was short-lived. He could find only snatches of serenity before everything came rushing back. Their enemy was his family. He was just an outsider to the kru and his blood had assaulted his adoptive clan. Heda, the only wolf he felt certain could help him with his dilemma, was gone. The tension following the fighting was nothing compared to the thick cloud of it that seemed to hang over them now in the days since her death. Most of them knew they would make it through all right. It wasn't like the other clans had fallen apart when Heda lived here among the Drakru.

Ephraim didn't know if he would make it through, though. He had so much weighing on his heart, so much indecision and uncertainty, that it was tearing him apart. He no longer felt like he had a place. So he dropped his chin down onto his paws, prepared to do some heavy thinking on it, but then Robin arrived.

He didn't know what was right to say to the red-breasted Hompleia, or even to either of Bobby's siblings. Ephraim's condolences could never be enough, not when they'd lost someone so important to them. Even his grief felt like it was stolen from them, and he hastily blinked away the faraway look he'd had before, willing himself not to appear so torn up. hei, he said quietly, in a voice husky with emotions he couldn't quite conceal, how are... things? Bad, he knew. Things were bad. They were going to be for a while. But they would make it through all right. They were strong.

Was he?