Fancy meeting you here

The trek toward the northern portion of Boreas had indeed been as slow moving as she had expected, but not because the children were burdensome. They had purposefully been taking this trip at an easy pace to their curious, adventuresome children could learn and explore as they went, showing them the wide scope of their world from a young age. Already Avacyn was proving to be the one of the pair that was more mature than her age would lead one to believe, but she adored Saracyn's bold nature just as she loved seeing it from Alastor. Nothing made her happier than seeing them learn and experience these things and at least for a few weeks her attention was entirely devoted to them and their journey. Soon enough her time would be split once her pack came to be so she was drinking it all in as much as she could.

It was later in the evening as they settled into a small den near a set of stone ruins, Avacyn and Saracyn settled in to sleep among some of the furs that they were carrying with them on the cart that had accompanied them thus far. She had Alastor remain with their babies while she went to scout the area a bit and start planning the next day's travels. There was a light dusting of snow on everything as they neared the north, the winter weather beginning to show its face. There was just a hint of sunlight left as the sun dipped down toward the horizon, but it was a mostly clear night and already the full moon was adding its glow into the mix. It was certainly chilly and it caused a cloud of mist to collect around her muzzle with each breath. Manea leapt up onto a large, squared off stone that was long and rectangular, getting her several feet off of the ground so she had a more clear view of the downward slope ahead of her, her aqua gaze scanning the landscape while she considered their next move.

Manea | Temno | Ciemny