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"And you know - what, we should... wait... why are you crying?" Wraen's line of thought was interrupted by Maia's expression suddenly changing from the happy-go-lucky one to the utterly devastated, which was still vivid in her memory. "Please, don't cry. It will be alright... it will be alright..." She told her, reaching out to hug her and this was, where she woke up with a start.

Maia was gone, but the sobbing was still there and it sounded too real to be just a dream. Wraen pushed herself up to a sit and scanned the immediate vicinity for the source of the sound. At a night like this it was easy to believe in wailing ghosts of the past or the sirens that tried to lure you somewhere. "Hey!" she called out to a white form of a wolf, walking past her. "Are you alright?"