What Changes May Come

Lúta's ears perked up at the mention of them possibly moving to Auster. She'd always wanted to do a bit more exploring that way and had also considered venturing into the southern continent if the herbs they needed became scarce during Boreas' winter. "Auster sounds good to me. I'm curious to see this place you've found and I can assist in building travois' to help with the move." She still had her own travois ready to go. True, it would be a shame to pack up everything again after finally getting things settled in but it couldn't really be helped.

She cocked a brow at the dark-pelted man. She didn't keep tabs on her pack mates, she had enough to do without babysitting everyone in the pack but she did feel the man was bring awfully harsh. "I don't keep tabs on everyone but Percy assisted me in setting a broken leg recently. As for Ulric's wife, would it harm you to speak a bit more kindly, especially in front of Ulric? I'd assume she's busy raising children though if she is suffering some harsh after effects that are hampering her please let me know and I will see what I can do."