His pale friend made some valid points to his mate, but Lachesis also knew the agouti fairly well. She was a determined woman and do whatever necessary to find her children—even if that meant walking until her paws were nothing but bloody stubs. He nodded softly, his chartreuse gaze observing the pair silently. Perhaps you can talk some sense into her? A half smile rolled onto his pale features as he gave his head a quick shake. If you can’t then I certainly won’t be able to, he scoffed in response, hoping his joking tone would help lighten the mood. She’s a stubborn woman, Emrys. You know that. He flashed his former packmate a sharp wink to show he spoke in jest. You two are more than welcome to rest in our new home. I do agree with Emrys, however. If you plan on heading up the mountain you will need to regain your strength beforehand. If the two ventured toward the summit in their current condition they would lose more than just a few toes…
What’s it like in your new home? He smiled, wider than before, as his gaze fell onto the pale healer. Similar to Hearthwood, he admitted with a shrug. He couldn’t help it—the ghost was partial to the river. That would never change. Just more open. We’ve still got a river, though. The question that followed next did not take him by surprise. It wasn’t home anymore. He didn’t want to get into details—not yet.
stick with those who stick with you