White sprung from the mist, quickly taking the form of the one she sought.

Kirain, my dear! A smile returned at the sight of her only friend here, I apologize for being gone for so long. I was learning the land nearby. I saw the ocean and met a poor wet sod of a lad with a personality to match his poor, soaking coat. I tried to help him, you know, same as you helped me when I arrived. He wanted none of it! Oh, and I have things for you, though I must get them at another time. I left them in my little den.

The words spilled forth to explain her absence, ears flattening apologetically. She shifted her weight, the smile slipping, Oh, it doesn't matter right now. Kirain, I had a dream about this world, Mythris, splitting open. Monsters roam this land and they run for their lives. There's so much to it, my dear, but I am worried. I have experienced the earth quake with fury before, but nothing like in this dream. It must be a warning. This sky? Has this ever happened here before?

Face lifted to the heavens, eyeing the odd red tinge, before sweeping over Kirain. Senka knew she'd been gone for quite some time, but Kirain was... different. Senka recalls wondering, briefly, at the possibility of new life growing within her belly at the time of their meeting, but the changes between then and now confirmed it for the greying woman. She pressed her paw softly upon Kirain's, her eyes creasing at the corners, It seems there is much I've missed.

At this, Senka felt torn between worry for what was happening and wanting desperately to lift the burden from the shoulders of what she was certain was a new mother with young ones to protect. Thoughts to her children crying during her own earthquake echoed in her mind once again, and the fear she'd felt turned to a fierce protectiveness in the present moment. The old wolf offered one last question, Have the druids met to discuss this blood moon already?