Emberwood laudtstark

Star followed steadily, appreciating the feeling of being back on her feet again, but always concerned for her children. With her she carried a rabbitskin, fashioned into something like a bag, where she carried those rocks which Marble could not leave behind, whenever her mouth was not on child transportation duty. The little girl could not carry them all, of course. 

She appreciated the help of Mahler with the children when she could not tend to them both at once. In general, many of her packmates were a great help. Star knew her children, though she would not call them such aloud, were the greatest burdens on this journey- small, dependent, and unable to travel very far on their own. Most often they would need to be carried when they grew tired, and she would ask some wolf or another to carry Marble's rocks in the meantime. 

When they passed by Swiftcurrent, Star took a moment to herself to say goodbye to that river. Alone. She did not know whether she would live to see it again- this might be her last farewell to her first real home. 

They moved on, to this forest for the night- where Star thought Ibis had been settled once, but now the scents were long gone. She hoped the young girl was okay. Then planted herself and her children beside some damp root- likely the best they could get, for now- and she would tuck them between her forelimbs or into her chest, isolating them from any rain that might chill them to their bones.