Lark giggled as she padded into the stream, mewing out in surprise at the cold sensation before settling into her own spot, purring softly, content with just her muzzle above the water. Tristan, however could not be content with calmness. The child thrived on chaos and calamity, mrowling out an infantile battle cry before leaping off a nearby rock, the stream splashing his formerly content sister who hissed in discomfort, swimming after her brother who giggled and swam away, loving to rile her up.<br/><br/>With his family at the stream, Raschen finally wandered from his impromptu tent which collapsed into the earth from wince it came once he exited and shook out his fur, dust falling, only to absorb back into his fur like children clambering to their father's side. He leaned up on the tips of his paws, giving full extension to his long nimble flesh. He let out a content yawn. His emerald gaze wandered around, stopping on the whispering Hase before scanning the campsite. He chuckled at the pawprints of his mate and little ones headed off to the stream. His ear flicked curiously to see that Ituha had up and left. He wandered to her tent, poking his head inside and gasping at the misty scent that filled it. It was a heavy, distinct scent of passion and arousal. His cheeks turned crimson and he pulled his head from her tent, huffing the fresh air quietly and coughing into his paw to clear his throat, shuddering at the lingering scent before he joined Jax in preparing the morning meal.<br/><br/>"Ituha's....erm...scent....goes northwest. Her settlement is in that direction." he said as he turned a spit, his eyes wandering up in thought as he remembered what layout he'd memorized of the west warren's.<br/><br/>Raschen clambered onto a high rock formation, peering into the horizon opposite the mountains they'd descended from. Centered around a watering hole was the sprawling Oschen reservation, distinctive in its spiraled design and in the size of the creatures he could just barely see wandering through it. Their kind had centered themselves in a protective manner around a spring fed lake. One of the last few remaining sources of naturally fresh water in the Warrens. He smiled softly as he chose their direction, yipping at a tug of his tail that almost pulled him off the rock, looking back to see Tristan hanging from it, dripping from his bath. Rachen could only smirk, tugging him up by the scruff of his neck.<br/><br/>"Well hello again" He chuckled and touched his nose to his son's before setting him down and sliding off the rock to the regathered group. "We go northwest to the plains. The Oschen reservation stands there. It will be a  be a safe haven for us while we decide our true plans. I am sure that is where Ituha has gone."<br/><br/>Raschen helped the group gather up their mobile camp and purred softly as they began northwest, following the sun and the wind.