That Crazy Old Hag

Other BCV wolves welcome. This is current-dated, after @Scarlett brings Meldresi (which I am assuming) to BCV and after the storm

The night was dark and full of terrors indeed.

Her mind had cleared from its feverish fog just in time to marvel from the rocky edges of the Valley at the natural spectacle the summer had brought to Teekon Wilds, the one she had faintly remembered sensing in the mist of her fever. Lightning illuminated the sky, dancing in wicked patterns as the rain poured down, telling Meldresi many things of the months to come. Death, growth, betrayal, fulfillment. These signs focused most on the children of the pack, both hers and Lusa's. She sighed when she thought of Lusa. She would have birthed them by herself, and now what? Blackfeather would be in the proximity of the storm. What would happen to her beloved home? The skies showed no signs of that, only that something familiar would return to bring her back. She hoped it was Burke.

She had fallen asleep after that, and would later see that the river had cleared and Scarlett's pups had been safely transferred. She did not regret sleeping during that period. For one, she was not officially recognized as a guest of the pack. The Night Queen requested a safe place to stay, as far away from the pack as she could be without disturbing them, and as close as she could to have emergency medical attention. She asked for food, medicine, and pelts for herself, and healed herself. She would not be a leech. Secondly, she was in no state to be escorting pups from a riverside den. No state to be walking about in a storm, either.

But now it was time for the Night Queen to rise. She had spent days lolling about this makeshift den, and now felt healthy enough to walk on her own, if just for a bit. Looking more like a witch than a priestess, Meldresi walked along the stones of the border, willing her body to become strong enough to take her home.