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The name "Elysium" rang a bell, but Wraen could not pinpoint exactly, where had she heard it first or why did it feel very familiar and important to some degree. A rush of worry similar to, when we think that we have left the gas on in an apartment we have just left, overcame her and then she calmed. Wasn't it the pack Seabreeze had founded together with Olive. A year ago she had met her brother's former mate, settled their differences and she had received an invitation to visit her niece and nephew. And she had probably given a half-hearted "yes", but had never come to fulfil that promise. 

Now Elysium did not exist anymore, she wondered, what had happened to the pack that had begun with such high hopes and good prospects and where the two young relatives were now. There was a bit of shame as well, for she had not attempted to re-establish the relationship and that now it was too late to do so. She sighed, pushed all of these thoughts aside to dwell upon them some time later, and focused at the boy again. "Firebirds is a family pack and the name has a nice little history to it. The founder - Wildfire - along her siblings were called "firebirds" by their father, when they had been little. Either because they had quite a temperament to keep up with. Or maybe because they lived at the foot of a former volcano," she spun the tale.

"With your home gone now, do you have somewhere to stay?" she asked him. There weren't any adults around now, but that did not mean that the boy was parentless or homeless.