The Sentinels But you know I'm gonna play 'em for keeps

"You!" Wraen replied without hesitation and in solid confidence. Home was, wherever Maia was. Whether it was within a pack, enjoying all the luxuries and hardships it came with, or out in the wilds, not knowing, what the tomorrow would bring. As long as her sister was there, Wraen did not care about the small things. Funny really, how they had just spoken about that one true love in a form of a fateful man, who would change everything for the better... (and would have to be coaxed with a bit of a dragon fire) and here was Wraen, who more keenly than ever realized that her sister was that love of her life. That everything in the purest and truest form. Unconditional and undying. 

She was not going to weird her sister out by this revelation, though she was sure that Maia would see it for, what it was, and not seek a double-meaning. But somehow, expressing in words, what it felt like to love someone so much, would mean that half the magic would be gone. Wraen wished to hold on to that moment for a bit longer. With a pang of guilt she remembered that she had entirely forgotten to include Arcturus in that picture of, what her home was. But she was not sure, where to place him yet. Yes, he was her friend, but at the same time there was so much she did not know about him, least of all, whether he would decide to part ways with them eventually to build that home he wanted to. Have mate, children, a dynasty.