You found me now and you heard my call

"There is a certain time in autumn, when the ghosts and spirits of the dead are free to roam the earth again," Osprey recalled a story she was told as a little kid. With the chill, frost covered grass and the first ice, fallen leaves and mist that was frequent guest in the evenings it was not that hard to imagine that there were the former dwellers of this world walking among the living. "They come to see, how those, who were left behind, are doing," and when it got to this, she wondered, whether MO or Aether had ever come to see her too. Up until now this thought had never crossed her mind. 

"Some packs even leave them a kill to feast on," Flightless falcons had not practiced that, but during her travels last summer she had spoken with quite a lot of wolves, who had done that, and believed that it was neccessary too. "Then, when the time is over, they return to the underground, where they live in peace."