Bramblepoint and in the glade a light was seen of stars in shadow shimmering

It had been a long time since Wraen had visited her once favorite place in the valley - her secret hideout in Bramblepoint. First, because of the issues with Moonspear and them hating the founders of Sunspire the most. Secondly - the workload had been very high all through the summer that she had had hardly any time for trips that were not bound to bringing food home in any way. Now - however - with the movement of herd and six mouths to feed less, their state was improving gradually. And the upcoming move to a different area that could sustain them all was something she looked forward to very much. 

Therefore - knowing that after her pack crossed the mountain range to the other side, she would leave flatlands and wilderness behind her forever, Wraen felt that it would be nice to visit the places that had once been dear to her and say goodbye. Especially her willow tree, a lone soldier among many other different trees. She had found the exact spot with ease and was sad to find out that during the summer the old man had succumbed to the weight of age and, what had once been a perfect place for wolf to climb up and hide in a tree, were now rotten remnants of trunk and dried up leaves. Upon closer examination she realized that the wood was charred and she reasoned that perhaps the end had come via a lightening strike. 

She was about to turn and leave, when the sound of several hooves drumming against the ground, caught her attention. And soon a herd of deer emerged from the trees and began to pass the little clearing, where she was stationed. She followed their move with curious gaze and did not notice the shadowy figure that was stalking after the ungulates.