Broken Antler Fen i drive into corning, and all the spindles whine

Wraen had taken notice of Arcturus's departure and though it felt that he had been gone for a long time, she did not particularly worry about him. Between pack duties, her visit at caldera, dealing with Maia's emotional turmoils and having a course of several semi-bad days in a row, she was glad that there was little to no need to put up a brave face and pretend that all was well to a person, who lived in a denial that not only was his friend aging, but ailing too. She had told him again and again that she was getting old and in the end she no longer had the strength to prove him otherwise. 

She had been sleeping soundly in a comfy burrow, made of soft sand and having enough space for one person to warm it up. And it was a little unwillingly that she woke to his call and left her bed to go out and meet him. "Goodnight, stranger," she told him, yawned and sat down to scratch some sand out of her ears. "How are you doing?"