Jade Fern Grove everybody waddles in the duck parade.

Ever since running into Ibis and learning about her intentions, which the narrator will remain vague about, Sarah had been thinking. And it was not the usual indifferent toying with various scenarios, where she died and wondered idly, whether anyone would care. No. Something during the conversation with her niece had moved, shifted and changed inside her mind. An ember had begun to glow under the cold ashes of her soul's hearth. There was a job before her and it needed to be done.

Yet, out of loyalty and past affection to Terance, Sarah had left the forming pack without giving any promise. She needed time to think things through, but somehow she had a feeling that she knew, what had to be done. The rest was just getting used to that thought. So - when she heard the tears and smelled the misery of someone nearby, she jumped at the chance for a distraction and found it in a form of gray-scale adolescent, sleeping in the ferns.

"If you do not wish to be attacked or eaten by effing bastards, I suggest you get up and begin to move," she told the young wolf, nudging the girl's shoulder to wake her.