The Sunspire Just think of your prospects, my darling take heed:

The elder would arrive as promptly as one could, though she was surprisingly quick to be here if only because she had not strayed far, not at all. She would not stray from those which she cared for and wished to guide onto new and better times to come. So she kept to the young woman's side with every hope and intention to meet all those else who had survived the flames which had destroyed they former home. 

Blessed be, High Elk. She spoke with a purr of raspy tones, made more so by the smoke which had plagued her lungs. She comes to the young girl and noses her affectionately (as she does everyone) before moving off to settle down her old bones to the wet earth. 

Her voice sings out, a howl to follow Cel's own, rounding up the family which she had all but temporarily lost. Soon, be it their God's will, they would be a family together again.