Hoshor Plains a glass of chardonnay with ghosts

It was a little consolation for Wraen to realize that she was not the only wolf around here, who tended to change the scenery once in a while. Ibis had got a pinch of that gene for travel and wandering too. "Yeah, not knowing is the hardest thing. We - well, Firebirds - lost a young fellow to the earthquakes too. He was the son of my friend. Elfie. Cheerful chap that disappeared during the quakes. No trace of him. No one has heard of him ever since," she sighed. She had not thought about her Blackthorn friend in a long time. "I hope that, wherever he is, he is well. And I hope that too for your mothers as well," she told softly. 

Okeanus too. She had not seen him, since he had been a little baby. In her mind he still remained that tiny replica of her brother's, who was all gentleman-like even at a very young age. He had disappeared. "Safe and quiet - that's, what I would want to have too. That final home, though with my record... I should never say "this is it", if I do not wish to jinx it," she grinned. "Tell me about your daughters - what are they like?" Wraen asked.