Things weren't completely awful in the valley, she supposed. So far, this moment here was the worst of it. She should have been seeking out her cousin and his familiar, safe face. Instead, she was reminded all the more strongly of the hole he'd left behind as she wished for his presence, unease nibbling at her stomach. Sandy eyes and oily nose scanned for the alphas of the Cove as Woya traipsed their territory, preferring to run across Oksana first.
There were no nerves about what the answer might be. Even if turned away, they would be just fine and likely take the opportunity to escape the Lore altogether. What bothered her was the act of asking for help, of being perceived as needy, weakened or pitiful. She wasn't fond of the idea of giving anyone the wrong impression. Woya swallowed that fear only for the sake of her children, hoping their cousins might help ease them through such a big change...
Branches shifted and snow rained down as something moved through the forest ahead.