Once again a queen, Winter has a budding army and plenty to offer them to keep them loyal. Besides expanding her territory, she is using her forces to chase specific creatures for reasons nobody knows. None of them seem to be connected.
The changes...
Are you sleeping, dreaming of the time when you can
Come back to me?
Long the road that lies between us,
Lost in troubles, try to break us,
Separated, friends will never
Cease to search or e'er forget us...
You'll be watching, you'll be watching
You'll be waiting, you'll be waiting;
I know I will find you joyful when I'll be
Returning homeward?
Are you weeping, are you weeping;
Are you dreaming, are you dreaming?
Are you sleeping, waiting for the time when my path
Will turn back to you?
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"Ratty, tell me something." Sethral plucked a pale leaf from a bush and held it up to the sun, then dropped it with a sigh. She and Ryatzi had set out from the Darkwood that morning. "I've heard the name 'Whitewings' before. Where?"
"A caradel? Flicker in the Hollow mentions them."
Whitewing, flickering. Wait, caradel? Had he just called—
Sethral stopped dead, staring at the Saberel. "Ratty, you weren't there when I shared that song. Silver was chasing you through the forest for showing her up at pawwork. How in Shelha's name do you know Flicker in the Hollow?"
"A Saberel pack by the Lowlands, that I was a part of for a while. They said we created it. The 'Capperdel' in the third line is an old name for my clan, and no other clan used it."
Sethral sat down. "Who stole the Capperdel, dark night fall," she recited. "Ratty, how. It's a Saggitayrian wing game. How does my clan know—" She shot to her paws. "Ratty! How does my clan know it then? We didn't spread as a species until your clan died out and we took over your counterpart! Our clans can't have overlapped by more than..."
