King Elk Forest its official.

The old bull sits lonely. Whilst the others mind their new borders, hunt for the ranks, play happily in their new home and to their new tasks. She but sits, tail curled round her paws, and murmurs to herself mindlessly in the memories of those long lost to them by the flame. Her blood, what little she had after the loss of her two children, still missing. 

But despite the harsh trails which they endured, despite the muck which Celnes had drug them through, the pack endured. Be it by the still holiness of the High Elk's unshaken followers, they endured. 

Odessa was silent, slipping into a lay as she grew tired and weary, and her cough never teasing. A smile touched her features though as she listened to her family. Even at the obnoxious yowls of @Ravinger, still smiles. A snort, then a laugh. They had found home again.