Sun Mote Copse Hold one's soul as gently as a butterfly in your hands

It was strange really, how over the years one learned that in the sea of good acquaintances there were very few true good friends. If asked - whether anyone missed Wraen in all of the packs she had been part of during her life - the answer would be "most likely not". Either the people, who had known her, had already moved on, or the pack had disbanded and there was no living memory of it. Even here - it would take a couple of weeks at most for her to be forgotten altogether. 

Maia asked not to leave her behind, Wraen regarded her with sincere fondness for a moment, before leaning in for a wolfish equivalent of a hug and said in assured voice: "You and me - always and forever, sister, always and forever."

Last one from me - thank you!