Broken Antler Fen We cannot alter our fate, but we can rise to meet it.

Maia followed Wraen eagerly enough.  She hadn't ventured out since her ordeal, and while she felt more nervous (and was therefore jumpier) than before, it was easier with her sister along than it would have been alone.  Her injuries were more appearance than anything else now, but as Wraen paid attention to her, she did the same for her sister.  And if she noticed that Wraen was going tired, Maia would call for a stop, even if she didn't particularly need one.

Despite her anxiety around her sister's health, Maia was happy to be out again.  It felt good to be traveling and seeing more of the area, especially when she hadn't been to these parts before!  While Wraen's might have fallen some, Maia's own optimism was somewhat unshakeable.  She really believed what she'd told Eljay a few days before; the who mattered more than the where.  Somewhere would at least be good enough.

There's gotta be somewhere that is at least somewhat okay, right?  She would let Wraen lead the way on the final decision, because she was honestly less picky as a result of knowing less about what made a good pack homeland.  What things do we need?  Like, for sure, can't do without?  She remained standing, watching Wraen thoughtfully.

WC: 212