Broken Antler Fen Souls young and old

Dwin did not consider herself to be a sentimental creature, much less someone, who liked to dwell in the past. Time from time, however, she would like to make a trip to the Broken Antler Fen, where Brecheliant had been initially formed. Maia had taken her there once to show, where her sister Wraen's grave lied. Then she had told Dwin that they would visit her dead aunt and for whatever reason her little self had imagined that "dead" was just the same adjective as "purple" and that they would meet a wolf they could touch and talk to. Much to her disappointment the fen was empty and the aunt turned out to be hidden underground. Dwin's suggestion of digging her up to greet her properly had been met with an eye-roll and an explanation that this was not, how you acted around graves. 

But the place they had chosen - or rather, where the said aunt had died and been left to rest forever, had been with a nice view. A hillock at the edge of the forest looking down at vast meadows reaching all the way to the mountains and with small lakes interspersed here and there. It was calm and welcoming and a year ago, even Dwin, who had a very vague idea of, who her aunt had been and what she had meant to her mom, had sensed it. The feeling disappeared, when you left the area. So - in a way - her mom explained that by becoming one with the earth again, Wraen's soul had claimed the land there. 

When she came here today, it was cold and cloudy, rain had drizzled all along the way here and in the plains the wind had tugged at her fur roughly. But, once in the fen, the power of the bad weather seemed to stop at the border and the former packlands greeted her with calm and quiet. Caldera was a good territory to inhabit - all things considered - but, while here, Dwin did not understand, why her parents had chosen to leave it. Yes - there was so much more water here and it may cause trouble in the spring - but there was none of the heaviness here that had become so constant at their present dwelling place. 

What's more - she felt as if this area was more like Brecheliant should have been than the childhood home of her father. Did renaming the same area really change, what it truly was? Could former Redhawk caldera, Redhawks and what other names it had had, be a Brecheliant too? Dwin wondered this, sitting down next to the mound, where Wraen was told to live, and addressed the question both to her and the universe, not really expecting that either would respond.