Seaside Moors you will remember me

The waters had receded, but the moorlands were still soggy in the aftermath.  Rosalyn kept close eye on her family, but as they settled back into the familiar claim, she let them roam as they had in the woods.  The freedom would do the children good and there was little to fear with the pack around them.

As Regin slipped off today, however, Rosalyn got to her paws and slipped silently after.  Her adopted daughter had been quiet and sulking since their return.  She smiled.  In part, she wanted to see where Regin was headed, but she also was curious to see if she'd be noticed.