Bramblepoint Southstar.

Dwin was not the first one in her family to learn that empty houses meant very little, when the people, who had made it her home were gone. On her way back she took a detour around caldera, did not want to go through it. The scents and pawprints of her departed family members were still there and she was not yet ready to face it. There would be time for tears later. Now she was eager to not let the grief take over and just distract her mind with something else. 

It seemed that gods were very responsive to wishes of mortals lately, because she happened to walk towards Bramblepoint the very moment she saw a flash of a very familiar form in the distance. Honestly - Dwin had not really expected that the old hag would still be alive, because it had been ages, since they had last met each other. On the other - there were old folk tales about people with the nastiest tempers holding on to life with an iron grip.

She had a tendency to forget that Towhee was deaf and, of course, she first yelled at her to stop and only, when she acted as if nothing had happened, did she remember that - hey - if you want to talk to that hag, save your breath and stamina for running after her. And run after Dwin did. "HEY!" she said, when she finally caught up (quite out of breath), and had circled around the old lady to come face to face with her. "What are you doing so far out here?"