Her cousin wasn’t buying it.

Good.

The scarlet Archer was ready to go home, for she missed the rugged mountain terrain and the open sky above. She felt suffocated among all the trees, along with the dark thief’s presence, and longed for the company of her parents. Once she returned she wouldn’t be stepping off the Heights for quite some time—if she returned. How were her cousin and aunt going to get her away from her captor? She frowned, her expression still frantic as she turned to Morganna’s voice. Revon wasn’t sure if her aunt was buying the thief’s story or if she was playing dumb in an attempt to calm the situation. Wendigo was outnumbered but she still did not know if there were others lurking nearby. She had not seen much of the pale wolf who had lured her down the mountain, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still around… waiting… watching…

Wait—what did Wendigo mean that the Ridge and Aurora weren’t on good terms? Revon was aware that there had been a disagreement during a hunt but she thought they were rectifying the situation… weren’t they planning a joint hunt? Her brows snapped together in confusion as she glanced at her cousin, her frown deepening. Something wasn’t right. I think that’s a good idea, Auntie, she responded quickly, almost too eagerly. Her voice was soft from lack of use and for a moment she didn't recognize it. I’d like to see it too.