Broken Antler Fen We don't need to be related to relate.

So it happened - one moment there was magic and the next - reality came crushing in and snubbed the candle that had shone so brightly before. Unwillingly Wraen accepted that this would always be like this - brief visits between the two packs and then each of them would have to bid farewells sooner than they wanted. But the duties to the respective communities they had created called. 

She returned the affectionate gesture and retreated with a devillish grin: "Break a leg?" In hindsight it was better to part with a joke and not with something dark like "if we live to the next time" or "don't mourn me, if you do not find me here, when you visit next". 

"Come by again soon - or I might find other... what was it you called me? Hitherto mate life material?" she chuckled.