Hideaway Strath Excalibur

Wraen is right outside the Strath. Welcome for all survivors, who could reply to her call.

Yet another earthquake had surprised them at the beginning of the week, but it had not affected the copse, therefore Wraen along with the rest of the adults continued to hunt and care for the children and do their best in surviving the increasingly difficult conditions. However, on her first rather free day, she decided to make her way to Hideaway strath in order to see, how Elfie was doing in his new home. 

The youth had been gone nearly two weeks and contrary to his promise of showing up at some point and calming down the troubled minds of the adult figures, he had not arrived. Wraen had not worried much, because she knew, how eager the boy had been to leave and how all the novelty of the situation had not yet worn off or lost any of it's appeal. But she still wished to see him - she was fond of the firey Blackthorn youth and just wanted to make sure that he was alright.

The sight that greeted her, when she finally arrived, was not one she had expected to see. Rocks, mud and rubble were blocking the place, where the entrance to Asterism Grove had formerly been. The scents around the place had gone stale and were washed away by recent rainfalls, what troubled her was that there were no fresh ones either going in or coming out. It could be, of course, that they were using a different passage, but then - whay hadn't anyone come by the copse to tell, what had happened. They were family, they should have been the first to know, the first to come to aid.

A dreadful thought occurred to her and she tipped her muzzle and howled long for @Towhee or @Phox or anyone, who could hear her and reply. The thought that they all might be dead there was too horrible to bear.