Lake Worry. He liked the sound of claiming the southern lake as their own, for he frequented its shores just as often as he meandered along the river that cut through the Kingswood. Worrywart Cove. That earned a laugh from the stoic ghost, his features softening as he rolled his eyes in response. Askan would make fun of me forever if he called it that, he chuckled, his tail thumping on the ground beneath him. He already mentioned I looked a little grey… Aytigin too. Another eye roll came from the older Stark as an annoyed huff was exhaled through his nose. His nose sought out her fur once more as she spoke of her home before the Lore. The north had felt the most like home since he had arrived all those years ago… and it reminded him of his former home, too. Of the tundra where the reserve was placed. Of freedom. He couldn’t leave it behind—not yet. Not when they were the first to claim it.
He nodded, his smile widening once more. Lachesis was glad to hear that his second had had a change of heart and was eager to move the pack, for he had been the most outspoken against the idea in the past. But the guardian now knew that it was good for the pack. A clean slate. Which reminded him… He doesn’t want Inna to join us, he confessed, his voice softer than it had been before, just in case the raven was lurking nearby. He sighed, his ears sweeping back against his crown. I’m not sure I do either.
stick with those who stick with you