A ritual. Grey ears perked forward as if Kirain had read her mind. In this world, Senka would not be surprised if that is exactly what had happened. She wished to meet Lestan and see what would be needed for his ritual to this moon. It’d been some time since her last group ritual. She’d grown accustomed to practicing on her own in her later years. If only she’d been able to bring her supplies with her to this new world!

A whirling, rapid tail stirred up the fog enshrouding the trio, belonging to the youngest, and yet another rasping laugh escaped. The warmth of joy began to seep beneath her skin, replacing the tense worry that had brought her racing to the Rise. Muscles relaxed and her tail swished in response.

The Vale? I have not,” Though, Senka wasn’t positive the wolf she’d met had even mentioned where he was from, You must tell me about your family and the Vale, and I can certainly keep an eye out.

Senka winked her green eye. She then pressed her wet nose gently to the forehead of Liss, the gesture soft and habitual; forged over many years as a mother and grandmother. It happened swiftly and without thought - a gentle surprise to Senka herself. She stepped back and looked between Kirain and Liss, If your family is up for a visit, Kirain, I would love to meet your Lestan. Then we can ask how to help with the ritual, my dear. I’m sure there is much you can help with, Liss!