Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

"Aha, so that was, what was bothering him," Wraen remarked, when the final piece of the mystery fell into place. She had not been able to get anything out of Bronco, because she had chosen the wrong approach and persisted, even after she had been politely declined. It still felt wrong to part on the terms they had, but all she could hope was that her friend was no longer cross at her and that, whenever they would finally meet each other, they could be just as cordial and easygoing as usual. 

"When I was on my way to caldera, I ran into Bronco. He seemed to be very upset, but refused to tell me anything," she explained. "Well, she'll learn. Or at least tell, where she runs off the next time she decides to do so," since Phox did not sound particularly worried about his daughter's safety and well-being, she felt safe to joke about it. "Man, but don't you ever think... look back - we were exactly the same. I was one, when I left my birth pack, because of a broken heart," she reminisced. "And it felt so very different then - such a big, big deal and I had no idea, how my life would go on and stuff."

"Wish I could go back and tell that girl that everything's gonna be alright in the end," she smiled. "Which brings me to something that occurred to me, while I was caldera. Did you know that Moonspear and Caldera were the two packs my parents told us - me and Terance, and Sarah that is - where we would always be welcome?" Wraen said. "My uncle Peregrine had promised this to my mom. And... ironically, when Terance actually came around to you, uncle was dead and no one knew a thing about the deal," she told.

"He was put off by a rock-eating garbling unfriendly wolf on the borders and went to Moonspear next. Just think - we could have met each other sooner and been friends for far longer, had things turned out differently?" she finished.