Sleep didn't come easy. She paced around the area outside of the den mindlessly. Maybe it was nausea or maybe it was the worry over her son's absence. Perhaps it was simply her own mind being rude to herself, denying her the sleep and peace she wanted. Either way, it was driving her mad.

The pale leader drifted away from the den to reach the edge of the pack's territory. Her head tipped up, examining the mountain walls around them. The rough edges of stone seemed illuminated in the morning light. It was beautiful and while she should have been perhaps grateful for having such a lovely home with a well working group of wolves (despite all their differences) she felt a void within her. Something was missing amongst it all.

A sharp breath of air was sucked into her lungs as tears pricked at her eyes. She realized that while she loved this place, loved the man by her side and the wolves below her, it would never be the north. There was no @Morganna and no Wraith. Realizing it hurt the most. She had been so keen on bottling her emotions up and moving on for the best that she had never properly dealt with her loss. She should have stayed in the north or stuck by the peach-eyed Archer in the south. But she had made her mark here and had signed her fate. There was no turning back now even if the whirlwind of emotions in her told her to.

She took in another deep breath before she turned her back to the borders. The Santoro would compose herself, seal up the vault of emotions and continue on her way. If anyone asked or saw her small slip up then perhaps she could blame it on pregnancy hormones. It wouldn't be a total lie, would it?

She hadn't thought she'd run into just yet. The expecting leader had figured that maybe she would have time to slip back to @Lorcan and rest by his side for a few brief moments. None the less she put on a soft smile for the younger Tarn wolf to see.

I think that's a rather nice idea. Perhaps some company would allow her to at least not get fully swallowed by her own thoughts. She moved to settle herself down onto the earth with a soft huff. Piety was positive anyone who said pregnancy was a miracle didn't even know the half of it.

Are you always up this early? The Santoro asked as she looked over at the large boy. It wouldn't kill her to know her member's schedules. If anything it might prove useful down the line.

She listened to him, not daring to interrupt. It was a rather positive outlook on things. She was glad she had met the male and made the offer for him to come check out the Tarn if he needed anything. Lucky for her he had seemed to decide this was where he wished to settle. A positive mind amongst all the tensions was extremely welcomed.

You know, I bet the plateau has a lovely view of the sunrise if you ever want to take a trip up there to see it. Might even be better than here crammed between the mountain walls. Her words were followed by a small chuckle. The view wasn't bad here but she figured that the higher areas would have more pleasurable viewing spaces.

A brow arched above her scarred features as she glanced at the yearling. She had a rough idea of where that sentence was going but it seemed the boy was quick to stop himself before the word got out. So she was content to drop her ideas on where exactly that sentence was going.

I trust you to go alone if you want or even go with another pack member. I'll certainly be busy for some time even when I feel better. Not that she felt bad now per say (although some mornings were absolutely horrendous) but she was pushing her luck climbing these mountains already. The last thing she wanted was to worrying Lorcan or Odin because she went to see a sunrise with someone.

His question brought on a brief flick of her ear. I think I'm good for now. Can I do anything for you? She asked her brown gaze looked back at him. Was there something on his mind? Did he have any questions about anything?