Blackfeather Woods The Fool and the Queen

He understood from her way of speaking about it, that it was a dangerous idea, a dooming idea. He could not shake his indifference to it out. He just could not get it out of his head.  He just wanted to talk to her, at least once.  Jus tto tell her, goodbye, tell her how sorry he was.  His demons wide awake by this conversation were now dancing all around him, making once again wish for the impossible. "I understand. " he spoke , keeping his inner trouble for himself.

"Ghosts ... even those that do not come from the dreadic religion ? In my pack, when we die, it is the Great Spirit that takes you back, the maker of all things. " he explained. He didn't think she would just be at the Wispmorther's Grotto. Why would she be ? She liked the light, she was not from here, not even knew about th is.