Broken Antler Fen There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen.

World-changing events do not happen every day. Nor do they announce their arrival. Quite often they are sudden and in a matter of days, hours, minutes even you find yourself in the middle of whirlwind of events that you have no control over. When the novelty has worn off and you get used to the new world order, sometimes there is a single, very vivid memory stuck in your brain about life right before everything became different. It may not have felt very noteworthy back then - a walk in a forest, a successful hunt, a little discovery, for example - but now it become an important milestone. 

Wraen had felt the tremors of earth, she may have heard the thundering sound, she had seen the cloud of smoke. Still at this point she had no idea, what had happened. Only a jolt of shock that the devastating situation few years ago was about to repeat itself again. And at the most inconvenient of times. When all had seemed nice and peaceful, when one could plan life ahead with some certainty. Now that was gone on an instant and in the days to come she would rather prefer to linger in the memories before Moonspear's demise than wait for scrambled reports of, what had happened, how many had perished and who had survived.

Before moving on to find Ibis, she stopped, tipped her head back and replied to her call.