Sun Mote Copse Sometimes the weight of the world is too much

Wraen was unaware that she had a company, until she opened her eyes and met Chanel's cheerful and warm gaze. Circumstances had been such that the Sovereign had not spoken much to the girl ever since accepting her in the ranks and showing around, therefore she was unaware of, how the young she-wolf was doing or whether she had made any friends among the pack wolves. Looking back, this was probably the worst time to join the Firebirds, because one tragedy after another struck them and there was hardly anyone here, who had not lost someone dear. Now she was in that group as well. Elfie's disappearance had hit her hard.

Yet there is a silver lining to every rain cloud, and once again Wraen's sad expression eased into a light smile and her green eyes filled with warmth and kindness. Something about Chanel made the tight knot in her chest ease up and for a moment the troubles receded in the shadows. Dandelion in the spring. A promise that life goes on, regardless of, how heavy our losses are. "Chanel, how are you doing?" she asked the dainty girl, truly glad to have her company for a while.