Duskfire Glacier raise your shoes

Lane gave voice to Meerkat's earlier thought. She didn't mention how the turnover made the decision to leave a little easier. Because on the other hand, it was quite upsetting to see what had become of the tightly-knit pack she had joined over the summer, the one where she had carved a place for herself entirely of her own volition. She supposed everything had begun to fall apart the day Wintersbane had been struck; he was only the first domino to tip over in the stack.

Meerkat's face scrunched when Lane compared it to Firefly Glen, her heart squeezing in her chest. Without really thinking about it, she scooted closer and—should the Alpha female allow it—seated herself just beside her to sling an arm over her shoulder, tugging Lane into a sideways hug meant to convey comfort and solidarity.

"I don't know of a way to say this without it sounding super generic," Meerkat said, dipping her head to catch Lane's eye, "but you're doing great. Really."

She let that remark dangle in the air a moment before her brow furrowed thoughtfully, replaying some of Lane's words in her head. "Do you still think moving the pack is for the best?" she asked slowly, eyes searching the side of the other woman's face. "Especially so far?" Yes, the herds were a concern. But what about their home, their alliances, their... everything?