The Sunspire I want to dance in the graveyards

Wraen was hardly aware of the scare she had given to Maia that day and the turmoil of self-reproach she was now in. Maybe someone had mentioned this to her in passing, but she had difficult time remembering things in clear details, since the moment that piece of the beehive had fallen on the ground. The rest of the experience was lined up in dream-like sequences and she could hardly tell, which ones she had dreamt about and which ones had really happened.

Though still rather weak, Wraen had grown bored of lying and sleeping all the time, therefore she got to her feet and went to find a drink first and then raid a secret cache she had instilled for just a case, when something bad would happen to her. And incidentally right next to the place, where the rotten remnants of a wild-cat were burried, she also found her younger sibling. With a big trouble in the making and general lack of interest in the whole leading and responsibility business, meeting someone with whom she could simply chill was a very welcome change.

"Maia?" she called to the sleeping wolf.