Merrily we fall out of line

Samara had done her best to keep her eyes on her children as they continued to wander further and further form the den. Calling them back when they started to get out of her sight, but well... when she was being bombarded by her little bundles of energy she couldn't watch all of them very well, especially not with her two boys bouncing around in her face and Suspense trying to scale her. So she'd managed to lose track of Ruin. By the time Rhyme had returned she'd been all but whipped into a panic, unable to leave the rest of her children unwatched but not wanting to drag them behind her in her search for her missing daughter. Rhyme had offered to go look for her of course but Samara was a live wire, she would have simply broken down if left to wait for her in the den. No she had to do it.

So the rest of her children safely under the gaze of their father Samara started the task of finding her little girl. Who was absolutely going to be stuck in the den for the next week for this! First though, she had to make sure Ruin was returned safe and sound. All of her worst fears for what could have happened to her were flitting through her mind. Samara had to calm herself by assuring herself that Ruin was probably just further in the pack lands and would be found safely under the watch of a pack member... which was not helped by the fact that her daughter's trail was leading closer and closer to the cliffside just beyond Abaven's borders. Images of her tiny daughter's corpse mangled at the bottom of the cliffs filled her head, or worse, that she'd be carried out to sea, her body never to be recovered. As she approached she heard two voices, one her own daughter's and another was familiar but did little to settle her agitation.

Panic thrilled through her again as she spotted her daughter, standing right on the edge of the cliff. "Ruin!" Samara's voice had automatically dropped into the tone her children would learn was her serious, "you're in trouble and not getting out of it", tone. Samara picked up her pace, images of her daughter simply slipping off the edge playing in her mind right up until she had her daughter safely scruffed and placed her gently away from the edge. Then she lifted a glare towards her sister.

"Hela, I'll thank you not to threaten my children. You'd not be allowed to touch a hair on their heads, Empire or not." Her tone was hard, clearly, she was in no mood to play around right now.

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