Swiftcurrent Creek daffodils

the pack in the emberwood; that is where easy, lavender must be. she wonders how they might have reacted to the return of the woman; she had wounded dawn in her departure, but surely even moreso her own children. the huntress wondered at how she'd react should her long-gone mother return. she would not care, she decides, for that woman who had forced her and sunny into the world had given up her right to motherhood when she'd vanished. 

but her attention is drawn moreso to what the woman plans to do next, her brow cants in interest. "where? the vale?" she'd never been much for mountain living, admittedly, though the vale was a good territory, and seemingly popular, too. and then, "I was thinking of doing the same, to the north. sunny, the kids, me—we could use a fresh start." she admits. she does not believe that her half-siblings vanishing mother is one of the first she would admit her thoughts to aloud, but, she supposes, sharing her intent only makes it all the more real.