Willow Ridge our scars remind us that the past is real

Lorcan promised then, as he directed his attention to her features, that when he was better he would travel two days to the north, seeking out the fungus which grew there on the trees and get her some to replace what all had been lost. The dark brown and orange hued chunks of mushroom had done him good and having more to store in the Pack's supplies was something she would not object to. It reminded her of Kerberos and the time they had getting the fungus. He had climbed up onto her back to reach it on the tree. Back then, things were better with the Charred wolves. Now she wasn't so sure after the information Leotie had given her.

"Thank you Lorcan, I appreciate that." Whether he decided to stay here in this pack or not, at least he planned on somehow repaying the Ridge back for their time, effort and cache supplies. "Not too far further west from here." She replied. It was the complete opposite direction of where Morganna was now, though maybe he thought against climbing the mountain and wait it out on the Lagoon for now? "It's much closer then the Vale. Easier to get to without the mountains. You could travel the day and get there easy." She grew silent then, watching him with silvered eyes. He was a very expressive wolf through body language and so she watched to gauge his reaction, her ears perked forward curiously.

"If Morganna returns to the Lagoon, with my two brothers and I, the Archers will lead the entire southern border." She couldn't help but offer the tidbit of information with a smile of obvious pride. Wherever Lorcan came from, surely the North given the fact who he knew, it was a far different ball game down here in the South.

Ravenna remained silent, watching the male and he brightened at the thought of the Lagoon not being far away and then seemed to find himself pondering for a few moments. It was obvious, both Morganna and Piety, former leader's of the once Monadnock pack, had put quite the impression on Lorcan. They had been more then leaders if he wished to keep track of them, but friends. Ravenna could only hope in time her members would come to be to loyal, so close. That is if they were not already of course, given the fact that the majority of her members at the moment were family. Though Morganna knew more then anyone family could be the one to screw you over the most, thinking they could get away with the act just because of the blood that ran through their veins.

Lorcan lifts his head then again from the floor of the Infirmary. She smirks to his words about there being so many family members around, offering a shrug when he said that they all must be close. Not exactly, unfortunately. "Mostly." Okay. Well, maybe even that was a little white lie. "With so much of us around, filled with pride and feeling privlidged because of their name, some of us tend to bump heads. There is a lot of boys, alot of brothers to bicker." She laughs a little at this. Boys would be both, though anyone who knew of Archers knew the mostly the women seemed to take charge. "I figure every family has a bad egg, more, depending on how big it is." Ether way, there was family and there was pack. Just because they were an Archer, didn't mean they could do as they pleased on her land and she was sure both @Morganna and @Greer felt the same way.

Another moment lingered, and Lorcan spoke that he thought he would like to stay after all with the information Ravenna had given him. She was uncertain as first, not wanting someone to be under her ranks that was still teetering on the idea of staying here or joining her sister's ranks. It would be problematic, should Sven and Morganna ever decide to go at one another. Then he continued on, stating he thought he could learn from her, would be honored to be in a pack of such legend and that he would pledge himself to both her and the pack. He flips to his back then, tail pressed to his belly, a show of both submission to his new leader and determination in proving his words truthful.

Ravenna would then lift slightly in the den and with bended limps would inch closer to Lorcan, closing the distance between them. Her tail lifts high, a grumble in her throat as she moved to ease her muzzle, then cheek, then shoulder along the length of his side in silent acceptance of him. She waits there a moment to feel for his reaction and then speaks. "I'm glad you found us then and the pack found you." Who knows where he would be now if they had not. "Now," she speaks as she pulls away from him, offering some room and then lowers her nose, 'kicking' the heavy chunk of meat into his direction. "Your my subordinate now and I don't want you going hungry - so eat your meat."