Seaside Moors Seeing fire, I'm told it never burns.

The call came, and Kaertok answered. He slipped silently alongside Raleska, shoulder brushing hers gently. Her eyes were downcast. She felt shame for losing the child, he could tell, but there was little he could do to console her. The most he could do, he was already doing: he was here for her; he was searching for Valravn. The other wolf already here was not one he knew, and Kaertok made note to acquaint himself when the timing was better. His eyes found their place at the feet of his superiors, ears ahead and awaiting instruction.