Ava: Functioning Luna in Crisis (I)
Okay. Fuck all my inadequacies. This isn't the time, and trauma is a luxury.
That... doesn't sound right.
Ignoring Grimoire, I've managed to haul my brain into functional Luna in crisis mode by the time we make it back to Wolf's Landing.
We would have been here ages ago, but we used the time to scent out our general area on the way back—just in case.
Still no sign of the invaders, of course, but about five minutes out, we finally get a message from one of the scouting parties. They've found tracks and are on the hunt.
Good. Finally, something productive.
Still no way to contact Lucas, which is a massive problem and I have to haul back dire thoughts about him getting murdered or kidnapped—both of which, Selene points out, are far more likely to happen to me, which is a totally awesome ego boost (not, obviously), but it does help put the dangers into perspective.