Duskfire Glacier we'll replant our roots, and soon we will grow

Heartha felt lost, having run away from another home. Add to that the loss of her son, Bramble, whom had wandered off. She never found him. But she knew that at his age, he would have died. There was nothing she could have done, except care for her only child now as well as keep the others alive by helping the mothers. 

She howled with the others in the claiming call. This would be a new home. But to Heartha, that's all it was. Not a fresh start. Just a continuation of the old home. The old wounds she had were still there, and would remain for as long as she remained.