Sequoia Coast Ocean of Stars

Wraen had grown weary lately and the overwhelming sadness that had once haunted her mother Osprey, brother Terance and unbenknownst to her sister Sarah as well, caught up with her one evening. She woke up with a start, feeling anxious and afraid, her heart racing and body trembling. All was quiet and peaceful at the copse, but the feeling that the invisible enemy was nearby did not leave her. Never the realization that she was friendless and alone, that there were no bright prospects for her future, had hit her so strongly as in that particular moment. The only feasible solution had seemed to escape. Put distance between herself and the problems. Go far, far away in hopes that this would solve something.

It didn't. She spent the next day wandering along the coastline, restless and unhappy, until she reached the Sentinels and sought shelter in an abandoned den. There she curled up in a ball and cried herself asleep. Nightmares of people dear to her gone, killed, dead, turned to ashes. Firebirds banishing her for helping Kiwi, friends turning away from her, her unable to find a home. So many fears dancing like flames, eating every single good thing in her life away. Until nothing was left back a black, botomless void. She woke with a start and crept out of the den to breathe. It was around mid-night. The moon was looking down kindly at the lone she-wolf and the ocean of stars twinkled merrily with not a single care in the world.

Wraen had never learned to read and listen to the tiny diamonds that were scattered across the dark blue coat of Mother Night. But for a moment though she thought she heard their voices clearly, telling her about the flow of time and, how all things - both bad and good - eventually pass.