Broken Antler Fen She's got a smile

Years ago Osprey had first set foot in the Teekon wilds in order to start life anew and many adventures, friendships and valuable lessons later she now with a family of her own had left the place. She had shared the tales of her numerous journeys with her kids, picturing them as exciting, colorful and amazing, never mentioning the other side of the adventurer's coin. One which included loneliness and having no idea, what would the next day ring.

During the first weeks in the wilds Wraen had often asked herself a question, whether mother too had felt the loss of home and friends so acutely as she did, and then thinking that perhaps not, because Osprey had always left voluntarily. With her heart intact. Many times - when it got unbearably hard - Wraen wished mom or dad could be there to comfort her, to tell that things would turn for the better. They were not and therefore the only witnesses for the young girl's tears were the moon and the trees. 

She had thought that perhaps distance between her and that problem she had left at home would make a difference, but even after all this time it didn't seem to have changed much, grown a little worse even. And yet every morning she woke up, with the resolve that today she will put the past behind her and move on and tried very hard to occupy her mind with something else rather than trying to figure out, how could she have dealt with things differently.

Sometimes it worked and on the day, when she caught scent of wolves nearby, she all but forgot about the reasons why she had left the pack. Wraen's joy to speak to another of her kind, meeting wolves again was overwhelming. There she stood amidst the wide open fields, trying to decide, which way to go now, who to seek out.