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.