Naia believed it to be better – the honeyed woman could only hope her words rung true, though it felt a far cry from such when her husband lay practically in tatters, injured and unable to heal, and the pack remained skeptical of one another’s actions. She yearned for Cut Rock River by times – somehow, life had almost seemed easier among the cedars.. but she was foolish to believe it the land that had changed them – they had thought as much in the days of Swift River, and yet Oak Tree Bend had rendered the same amount of heartache to the pack. If it was anything, it was a Tainn family curse that haunted her now.


She gave a nod of finality to Naia’s words, before easing the conversation to something more relaxed in nature. She was not eager to part ways with the scout just yet, but moving forward, she would coax the tawny woman for a walk, hoping to ease not just her mind, but the restlessness that pulled at her very muscles. Only when the sun fell past the clouds would she depart from her companion, and that night she would seek the warmth of her mate – hoping that once she curled her form about him, she could somehow enable him to heal faster with her own energy.