This Is What We're Living For

Dagrún kept herself busy with the mundane tasks of patrolling and chasing off the occasional band of daring coyotes fixated on their meat lockers. Ethne had been quiet since Gavorche's murder and the slaying of his murderer. Bellamy had retreated into solitude and she hadn't heard from Gossamer since the woman's return to the Armada. Dagrún knew she needed to get her act together. She had an apprentice to train and the visit with the Warlord's daughter had gone so well, Dag had decided she was going to pursue the other woman come hell or high water. Which was a whole problem in and of itself. Neither of her parents had taught her anything about professing love, their own coupling having been an arranged marriage.

Dag stretched out over a nearby boulder, letting her mind walk itself in circles before a call from Haydée caught her attention. Oh? This sounded important. She collected her things and headed toward the falls. A number of her pack mates were already gathered and she quickly noted the absence of Bellamy.