The Bracken Woods chapter four.

Uriel felt startled as the voice called out, and a figure had approached alongside. While seemingly unhostile nor' territoral she still remained guarded, silver eyes quietly watching the silver wolf. She announced that long ago, The Bracken Woods had held a group, but they were no more, "I see." Any scents that remained were long gone, and even the golden one couldn't detect any signs, besides the usual travellers and prey. Abandoned, and unclaimed.. A thought came to be. She had to consider choices, after all, despite reluctance held.

To forgive, and to forget, to abandon what was, and to be reborn as the Pheonix she was meant to be, yet still struggled with the thought of the white dragon, "I desire to claim a land to become my own." There was no wish, or hope, but selfish greed Uriel announced to the other wolf, as she directly gazed back to the bronze.