And so, another pack mate bit the dust. It was something that had happened time and time again and souls continue so. Life was always changing, wolves came and went, entire packs came and went. Although she was upset, Lorcan, unlike many others, was at least leaving by informing that he was going instead of disappearing in the night without warning. It was the best she could hope for under these circumstances and although the loss of Lorcan would obviously make the pack smaller and no longer with a secondary medic, it did not necessarily put the pack in dire circumstances. Willow Ridge had survive with far less members before and eight wolves within the ranks was still an average sized pack.
These statistic put Ravenna as ease when it came to her pack but that did not mean she would not miss Lorcan. She enjoyed the quiet time they spent with one another in the den while he was healing, the effort he put towards keeping the pack strong over the winter and even her memories went back to the more recent tine where she, Lorcan and Blitz laid together in a clearing watching skyfire. He was a valuable member to the ranks and she opened her mouth, only to quickly close it with hesitantance. She had thought to ask him where he was going to be going but then decided better on it. She didn't want to know who he was leaving her, it would just make it worse.
Then, without another word, he lifted and turned away, leaving the pack for good. Her feelings for him remained mixed, knowing how good he had done for the pack in the little time he was here and yet knowing his constitution was his downfall. He had been weak, he had betrayed them. Lorcan had decided to run away north from his problems instead of staying and helping. If he was friends to all sides he could have used this advantage to smooth things over with the packs in the same manner which Adeltra did. But Lorcan didn't. He wouldn't. Not if it meant him taking fire.
Now, Ravenna let her snarl out, her lips quivering, cursing under her breath at what had just happened. Thats when Romanov slunk out of the den, slowly making way to Ravenna's side and offering her a lick to her chin. Ravenna's tail waved weakly, her eyes softening for the boy. She lowers her head, going from fight mode to comforting mother in an instant for the child as she brushed the length of her muzzle through his nape. "I love you to Romanov."