Ghost Lion Crag i will not let my future go on without the help of my soul

"Then you might miss your chance," Wraen told him plainly. Arcturus's answer did not come as a surprise and she was not going to try and change his mind. After all, did she know him that well? Just because she had never felt at home at Moonspear, would have suffocated in their ranks, never being able to spread her wings, did not mean that it was the same for him. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he had got his safe and comfortable place there, maybe that love of his life would join his pack later today. Or tomorrow. Or never at all. You never knew.

"I have to return," she told him, getting up to her feet and stretching. There was really nothing left for them to talk about and she felt the familiar wave of tiredness take over. Wraen had not eaten since day before yesterday and wanted to sleep. By the end even this conversation had taken much out of her, she was emotionally drained as well. "Take care, Arthur," she bid him goodbye, touched his cheek gently and began to pad towards home.