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Bronte's time at the raven guarded cliffs had come to an end. Being there, with Teya, Bridget, Ponyboy and perhaps even Sundance had renewed her. Lifted her spirit. Filled her with a new and strange kind of strength she had never been capable of before.

She was ready to move on.

Somewhere, way across the miles of mountains and valleys, lay her birthplace. Home to great joys and tragedies. She had accepted that that part of her life was over. Ahead, new pages lay waiting to be turned. The spike of sorrow that cut through her heart was brief but profound. She shut her eyes against it.

And opened them again, healed. As Teya set off, Bronte followed. Like her mother, she did not look back. Instead, she only raced, headlong into the sun. She felt Bronco's spirt with her, right by her side. Even Boris too, wherever he may be now. 

She ran until her golden furs melted and became one with the sun.