Moonspear to that special place

It was a quiet evening and as it so common in autumn months, the sun began to set early and the Mistress Night, who Wraen firmly believed had slept in the caves during the day, walked through the forest. Fur of shadows and mist and eyes bright in the color of full moon. The young wolf saw her walk past and for a moment their eyes met, the world became still - "Good evening, miss!" she said -and then time resumed again and the creature of the shadows could not be seen anymore. 

Wraen climbed up a rocky path towards a place, which offered a very good overview of the lands down and far away. She had suddenly felt home-sick - seeing Charon's children grow up - made her wonder, how her younger siblings were doing, and more - be there to see them herself. Now and then she had mentioned this to Terance, but seeing that he was busy with the grown-up stuff and impressing the trio, she had resolved to listening to him rather than burdening him with her feelings. 

And there she was - in the distance she could see the faint golden line, where the day disappeared over the horizon. It was a beautiful sight that would be wonderful to share with someone... and suddenly the revelation that she really did not have any friends here, made a single lonely tear roll down her cheek.