Fable is gone.

Epona had the vision, a word of return, and that was it. They're all gone now, and Dimitri is left wondering what could happen. No one has called the remaining wolves together. This found family they were forming, does that mean anything now? Hollow, hollow, hollow. It's like losing Narcissa all over again.

He knows that this situation is dire. He has small children, likely too small to travel anywhere else with the plague spreading through the land. Times like this, they have to band together, the remaining number of them. Spider will stay with them, and likely (as loathe as Dimitri is to think it) Steller as well, but how many others can he count on?

With a howl, he summons any number that will come. In efforts of sparing us an entire round of everyone showing up and showing shock, the writer will then assume people filter in. With characters that post being present and accounted for, as is the proper use of liquid thread time, Dimitri speaks.

"Epona's vision came true. Their scents vanished today. I call us together to discuss our next move. This was not meant to be our home," he glances towards Fiadh and the girls, "but given the age of our children and the state of my birthland, I personally plan to stay and keep the borders secure, and welcome in anyone seeking shelter from the plague. It seems what Fable would want. I don't demand that you all stay with me, but I would appreciate every one of you that stay at our side."