Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

Oh, Lilitu. That sweet, innocent thing. Viinturuth remembered the Summer days in which he'd found joy minding she and her sister, content enough in the vale to watch them grow until the fierceness of feeling for their mother encouraged him away into the wilds once more. Ibis had enraptured him from the start, in ways no other ever had or ever could.

There had never been anything intimate between he and Ibis, but his fondness for her had felt like betrayal to Akavir. It was a dark secret he would carry with him for as long as he lived, a heartache to endure alone.

A year had passed since his niece had last spent time among the Brecheliant wolves, and he frowned deeply in contemplation. She was an adult now, free to do as she pleased - as he had for many years. He hoped she'd found happiness, wherever she was.

Can you tell me where I might find Akashingo?