The camp was beginning to take shape as they continued to craft enough tents to house them all and their stuff. Logistics would be more difficult on the move, since even if they lived off the land and carried no food stores they would still by necessity need to carry nearly everything with them required for supporting the band, including medical herbs for the healers and crafting supplies for the crafters in addition to the tents themselves, and separate tents to store their inventory. He'd moved them from their old dens in the ravine to the tent camp to get them used to living there before they left the old pack territory entirely and he could tell already there was going to be some resentment from being upended from a comfortable pack existence as it was, without leaving behind those niceties as well. He would just need to figure out a way to move everything without burdening every wolf and every companion capable of pulling a travois... he needed warriors free, at least, to protect the caravan as it moved between campsites, which made even fewer backs to carry gear, not even including those too young, old, or infirm to carry anything.

That sickly, infected looking creature that Ina had birth, for instance. Eligos' lip curled at the thought. With everything he had needed to do to set up the band, he hadn't had the time yet to track Proserpina down, but he suspected that - given her crazed animosity towards Riva - his cousin had never taken the youth in to the healer to get treated for whatever disease ravaged the child's face despite his obvious displeasure over her neglect. How could she have let something get so far that actual fungus was growing through her own child's eye? He doubted that someone that far gone could be saved at this point - it would be better to kill the youth mercifully than to let it die slowly of whatever infection was taking it over.

He should his head, letting out a short, irritated sigh. He had only himself to blame for leaving Aerie to rot without leadership. If he'd been here he could have intervened between Proserpina and Riva before it had festered into this insane hatred, he could have made certain Ina's pup had gotten treated before it had been beyond saving. He could have healed the rift between himself and his only remaining brother before it had gotten to the point that Pyrrhic was absent. He'd had only the good of the pack in mind when he'd stayed away so long, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Now he had too many things to fix for him to fix them all, and smaller things were falling by the wayside despite his efforts.

March had prepared for a life on the go, travelling territory to territory as nomads, shedding all ties with the land they stood, only really having each other. While it was a romantic prospect, it still had felt achievable. Clearly, she had underestimated the largeness of their inventory, and how much of a pain in the ass it would be to lug all of it around Boreas. Still, she knew that the day would come, as they, the collective, would leave their old haunts. She wondered if Aerie would ever resettle, and she wondered if she would want that to happen. Her days were now filled with menial tasks punctuated by the occasional spar, helping other wolves pack and assisting in some heavy lifting. The latter was a task she took irregularly, given her inherent lack of mass. She found herself dreaming of running free, siblings at her side, exploring every corner of the continent together. She'd work for that dream, regardless of what painful monotony it took.

Her emotional state had improved significantly, the Spring tussles bringing a sort of clarity. Not peace though, not yet. Her paws still stung from her tussle with Asmodeus, a reminder of how much work was ahead of her. If only she could grow spines like him, then maybe she would be able to speed up the process. She didn't, and she most likely wouldn't, and she'd have to train like the rest. Unfair as all hell, but that was life.

She had spotted Eligos outside of the tent, and she thought of talking to him. She debated it a long while, before padding up to him, caution clear in her step. She did not know this man. She should've, but she didn't. Such antipathy didn't seem suitable she thought, towards a man she was expected to work under. The moment he layed eyes on her sister, she had gotten defensive, hostile even. Out of instinct she supposed, but she wanted to banish it completely, assure herself that this was not a leader who would betray the will of his god, betray her mother's will, betray Ono, betray her. "Eligos, may I have a word?"

Eligos' attention was pulled away by a youthful voice saying his name, and he refocused on the tall, slender adolescent who had approached him. One of Proserpina's three, not the boy he had rescued from the lion nor the fungus-cursed child but the one of the three that hadn't yet come to his attention. "Of course," he said, a little distractedly, though he blinked the distraction away and made himself give the youth his full attention. He took a moment to look the yearling - his cousin - over for the first time. Even while he had been there, Ina had kept the pups hidden from the pack. Presumably it was the paranoia induced by the illness that had also led to his own exile that had led her to do so, so he couldn't entirely blame her for that. The continued hostility towards pack members and the neglect of the pups themselves could no longer be tolerated, though, and it was Eligos' duty as the family's current head to remedy the schisms that the Long Night had wrought in the family. Part of that would be to make the surviving children a priority. Part of it, he admitted, was going to lie in siring his own to replenish their blood. He wasn't sure which would be more difficult, but he imagined he was about to start to learn.

Large, emerald eyes watched the man painted in black and gold. She studied him, searched for something in his expression. She found nothing but a calm gaze, as he waited for her to continue. Everything was a reminder of how little she knew these days, including him. March couldn't recognise anything as he returned her steady gaze, and it was the fact she didn't know if she should that bothered her. She tried to use these feelings to fuel her fire, her ambition and her determination, but some days it did nothing but smother it, and some days she wanted nothing but to return to that den and resume her withering away.

She was never the sociable type. The pause was long and awkward, as her thoughts circled endlessly. It was clear in the way she spoke that here she was unsure of herself, of where to put her paws and what words to use, how her delivery should sound and how much respect she should display, whether she would be seen as a delinquent or a teacher's pet. She started slowly and simply. "I, uh, I understand that you were away from the pack for some months." Maybe an understatement, maybe the truth. Maybe it was all her own doing. "I don't really... know you. I should." Her words were limited by her own ineptitude, formality and a clumsy dance around difficult matters. "What kind of wolf are you?"