Broken Antler Fen like a black hole

dacio points out that this is what opalia and him have noticed on their travels and it does not ease the small gnaw of worry in her chest, though she suspects there are areas of the wilds that will suffer worse than others. all she can ( selfishly, perhaps ) hope is that greatbear is one of the regions that have it easier. the fen is self-sustaining well enough and she thinks that not every herd could have fled. there would be stragglers and she hopes that the stragglers are enough ...and worse case scenario there is still the fish. dacio, though, assures her that they will get by. it works to soothe the worst of her concerns; for now she tucks them aside.

at his beckoning, she resumes the patrol she had paused, tucking her moment of wonder away as well with the scratching of her paw against the ground, utilizing the scent glands in her pawpads. he speaks of a communal denning place, offering that it helped to strengthen the bond of kru. praimfaya is attentive but quiet for a beat as she bows her head to investigate a scent trail: a fox's fading to deeper into the fen, before she replies,

i would not be against the idea, she tells him, breaking her contemplative silence at last. we will have to search for a place that will accommodate everyone's wants and needs. but she does not doubt that the fen harbors an ideal communal denning area ...she just hopes that it is not a place entirely underground, in light of her new found claustrophobia she isn't sure she can force herself to seek shelter in a underground den night after night.