Redhawk Caldera So I've made an art out of forgettin' well

I think I will.  Maia said, letting her head drift over to rest on his neck.  She glanced up, thinking.  She'd told him before that home was more the wolves than the place, and she'd meant it.  She still felt that way.  But what if home was two different wolves, and those two different wolves didn't live in the same place?

Suppose that means I have two homes.

Maia liked that thought, and she let it warm her up from the inside out.  Brecheliant would always suit her more; she knew that already.  She and Wraen were building it specifically to suit her.  It held their family, memorials to her parents and Terance, dragons and magic and an easy open-door policy.  But while she hadn't bothered to reveal it to him yet, she'd already made her decision; when the time came, she'd go where he wished, because she knew Wraen would always be there whenever she wanted to come back.

There's this spot at the foot of the Moonspear, she replied easily, picturing the spot.  She and Charon had frequented it for stargazing a few times.  You can see the sky amazingly, kind of like here.  But there's the glen nearby too, with all of the fireflies.  It's an amazing view.  At least as far as close to here went, they didn't get much better.