Bramblepoint Soundwaves of shimmering sands

Wraen had carefully edged around the most recent claim of Moonspear - the glen - and walked southwards from there. Once upon a long time ago Bramblepoint had been her favourite outpost to be - there in the middle of the tangle of bushes and trees had stood an old wilow tree, which she had been able to climb through a secret entrance at the base and then perch atop and watch the surroundings, while not being seen herself.

The willow had been fallen and died, while she had still roamed the wilderness two years ago or so, but the happy memories of times spent here remained. She was glad to find out that this place had not yet been colonized and that even after all the time that had passed, it was still pretty much as she remembered it to be. And finally she found the little stream that ran right next to the remnants of the once grand tree and she was glad to see that despite everything, new shoots had sprouted from the old trunk, thus indicating that the life went on. 

Wraen sat down and regarded her old friend fondly, realizing keenly that it would take many, many generations for another such special willow to grow and flourish here and that it would be an entirely different soul than hers, who would make it her secret hideout.

@Phox