Shadowwyn Moor Scorpius

Wraen had not had many expectations about, what afterlife would bring her, and until she was brought back here, she had not really mourned or yearned for anyone that she had left behind. Or those she did not meet in her pocket of Paradise. Only now, after visiting Moonspear and finding, what she assumed to be place of Arcturus's demise, she began to wonder, if she could make a similar visit to the last place she knew her brother had lived and according to Maia - met his end. 

Lost Creek Hollow had been a place she had passed through or even hunted in during that long summer in Sunspire, when food began to run low and they had begun to struggle to feed all of the hungry mouths there. But in her haste she had never truly stopped to have a good look at it or even enjoy the scenery. Now she did in the light of the moon and noticed, how very similar this forest was to, what had once been Donnelaith, where her and Terance's story had begun. 

A family lived here as well and she wondered, whether any of them were Terance's and his second wife's children or grandchildren even. Yet, as much as she sought for likeness, she did not see any. They were foreign to her. What was more - she did not sense his presence here either. Neither as a ghost, nor as form of faint aura of the bones, in case he had been burried there. It was disappointing at first, but then Wraen realized that unlike in case of Arcturus, she did not really know yet, what she would have told her brother, if she had in fact found him. There was a feeling of guilt for things having ended the way they had and therefore she needed time to think things over. 

Even after many weeks spent here in this world, she had not really figured out, which living people could see her or not. In the beginning she had speculated that she was visible only to those people, who knew her or had had a connection with her. But after few encounters with others, who had never seen her or known her in person, her earlier firmly held belief proved not to be true. And now - she sensed a pair of eyes looking at her from the distance and she turned to see, who the observer was. 

A very young wolf with a piebald coat and green eyes so similiar to the colour that appeared in every generation of Redleaf wolves. Wide-eyed and somewhat scared too. "Do not fear," she told the girl, approaching her slowly and keeping a friendly appearance. "I am Wraen, I am an old, but but kind ghost. And I will be honored to make your acquaintance," she said, stopping right in front of the girl and sitting down.