Golden Glade and the bleak, cold breath of her still haunts me

In a perfect world, she would have opted immediately to return to the caldera. The place of her birth, that stately mountain upon whose bowed and broken shoulders rested the name of her family, had always and would forever hold a special place in her heart. She would always long to be there again, but alas, that was a move far too complicated for her to make on a whim. It was a terribly long distance to drag her pack — she wouldn’t soon forget the tiresome journey it had been getting here from there — and to do so while pregnant was just asking for problems. Furthermore, there was the possibility that Blackfeather still lived near there. And besides, she didn’t want to be far from the Firebirds. Even though her sister no longer led them, she hoped that whomever took up the reins would maintain their relationship as sister packs. And when Towhee and Phox finally made their move, she hoped they’d settle somewhere close to here too.

Qui’s response was what she hoped it would be, and she smiled faintly at him. She was silent for a few moments more as the bright chatter of birds tinkled around them in the treetops. When she finally did speak, her proposal was simple: ”How about right here?”