Huh. She nodded, a cheeky grin sliding onto her russet features. It made sense. The woman standing before her, despite her small stature, looked like a leader. Revon knew her aunt couldn’t stay—her mother wouldn’t relinquish the throne so easily. And neither would her father, no matter how much the shadow adored his sister. Choose sides? She blinked, her brows furrowed. What did Morganna mean about choosing sides? Surely her father would pick her mother, his mate, above all? Or was the Archer family bond stronger than that? Makes sense, she hummed, her tail flicking absently behind her.

Her aunt’s demeanour changed immediately once she started describing the lagoon. Even Revon could feel her own expression softening, her fiery eyes widening in awe. She loved the mountain—more than anything! maybe even more than her parents!—but that did not mean she wasn’t curious about the lands below. Especially when they sounded as magnificent as Morganna described. Would you show me one day? She blurted, suddenly, her ears whipping back as she adopted a sheepish expression. I’d ask mom an’ dad, but I don’t wanna pull 'em away from the mountain. Smooth.

She nodded in response, an ecstatic grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her father wouldn’t mind, that was for sure, but how would her mother feel about her venturing off with her Auntie Morg? The scarlet Archer would deal with that when the time came, as there would be no adventures west just yet. Although she did not understand the reason behind her aunt’s comment about family Revon did not protest. The coffee-coloured Archer made a good point. They won’t mind at all, she retorted after a brief pause and a second nod, her plume wagging slowly behind her.

Her eyes widened as Morganna spoke, mentioning places that Revon hadn’t even realized existed. Red rocks? How bizarre! But not more so than a forest full of bones—gross! She blinked, dumbfounded. She certainly had a lot more exploring to do. Um, she started, stumped by the question. The girl favoured the mountain but she had ventured both east and west. There were a few points of interest but they paled in comparison to the mountain. There’s a meadow, just below the mountains. Just before the willows, where you ’n Da lived. There’s a nice rock there, and lots of flowers in the summer! Surely the older Archer had been there before. I like the mountain better, though. There’s an underground lake nearby—and some tunnels! ’N my Ma said she came from a pack near here, before she met Da. She paused, her head tipping to the side. Y’wanna see? I can show ya, if you’re not in a hurry t’go…