skill: seer 1/5 BWP

There was no amount of preparation or understanding that could have made Saorlaith feel ready for the way that the world looked now. What she had been feeling lately, almost like they were all squeezed in too tight and they needed to spread out.....she was restless in a way she had not felt before. Was it the feeling of being oddly independent and yet still clinging to the feeling of being safe and sound as a child in her parents' den. The threat of the world being shattered - perhaps staying shattered, Saorlaith felt a need to do her part.

She had started to make towards the glade further north of their claim. The urgency had her almost racing out of the Rise before she remembered. She'd wanted to have her siblings with her, if they wanted. Faolán and Eilidh might have been out looking on their own, it was strange with the whole concept still of having multiple dens as options. Keeping up with each other's locations was harder now.

Her muzzle pointed towards the sky, her call echoing freely across the ravaged land. The Mayfair knew the songs of the dead, but she thought the song of Mythris' pain was the most haunting she'd ever heard.