[ROCKS!]

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Kvitrafn Mazikeen Rhaegal and I guess Wardruna & Sreda IF BABY HAS TO, totally hunting for Runes

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Rocks.

Pretty rocks.

Roskva had dreamed about pretty glowing rocks, and she would find them and bring them back.

On short, chubby legs, the little Callosum-Stormborn wobbled toward the mouth of the den, the only world she had ever known. She had taken to meat quite readily at the start of the week, beginning the transition from milk with an appetite that better suited a wolf of much larger proportions. It was a miracle she hadn't choked on anything yet; her stomach seemed endless with an energy to match it.

She bravely looked outside. The winding caves and tunnels of Northfall would be a fun challenge to tackle one day, but she would start small.

Turning around, she barked back inside the den -

ROCKS!

- hoping to rouse her siblings to this very important cause.

Wardruna had been staying in or around the densite primarily over the last month. With every intention to keep close eye on the children she had fought to desperately hard to get. The world had become both dark and bitterly cold and it didnt seem like an appropriate time for the pack to "hibernate" for the season. Border patrol and adhering to visitors had been pushed onto diligent members of the pack - Vitus, Raisa and Agrippina, to name a few. Sreda, more oftan than not, would be lurking to the back confines of the den with attentiveness of a hawk. Wardruna took this opportunity to use her status as Queen to her advantage as every day tasks fell away to the care of her children.

One of now screamed out loudly about rocks, causing a jerking twitch of her head to the sudden loudness. Roskva was both looking, and acting, more like her móður every day. There are a great many rocks here. A small chuckle as she roused herself from the den floor and to the opening which was the den mouth. We will search for the pretty blue ones, yes? Everyone had been given that dreadful nightmare from their Dream Visitor though thankfully some of them, like Roskva, took it in stride.

Kvitrafn had also dreamed of pretty rocks that pulsed and glowed, of changing worlds her tiny mind could not begin to fathom, and of a voice she scarcely recognized as one of her own. She wouldn’t know what any of it meant, but when she awoke, it was not with fear or worry or even concern. Rather, it was curiosity that sparked behind fluttering lashes as she roused herself to the sound of her sibling’s scream.

ROCKS.

The word was a booming sound within her ears, rattling her teeth as her jaws parted wide, and a muted yawn escaped her throat.

It would take Kvit a few seconds longer before her chubby legs tumbled out of the darkness of their den, and her eyes would peer into the shadows of the day and spy her sister and her mother.

She stumbled forward with a pep in her step and a breathy exhale forming words atop her lips: Roooccckkksss.

Her tail waved behind her.

She was here to join the exploration.

Rune Discovery : 「 Success! 」 

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The snow falls thick and fast as you explore, blotting out the horizon and painting your backs in freckles of stark white — turned gray beneath the darkened sky.

Yes… ronal.  Gid.  Tinyl ronal (Yes… Rocks. Good. Shiny rocks.) A faint voice reaches out to you, encouraging over a layer of trepidation. You might wonder if the Dream Visitor really has much experience talking to children…

Its poor weather to be wandering, but under a mother’s watchful eye, none go too far astray.

Your family is young, vulnerable. Even those of you too young to truly understand the stakes can feel the importance of the task appointed to you. Perhaps that inspiration is what leads you to uncover the faint blue glow, threading light through flakes of shale and ice.

Yia’le afil ut! (You’ve done it!) The voice praises, and maybe you’re also a little offended by how surprised it sounds.