Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

"But, how would you know, if it is an up?" Wraen asked rhetorically. "Same with light - it cannot exist without darkness, otherwise we would never know, what it is," she sighed, feeling tired and wishing to catch up on some sleep now. Who knew, what would a new day bring to them, while on the road. It was a bit of distance to the place she had chosen to rest at the previous night and this ledge was just as good as any to fulfill that purpose. She changed her position, circled few times and then lied down again, yawning and shaking her head lightly at the end of it. 

"You never finished that story about the Golden Fleece, remember?" she rested her head between her paws and looked up at Arcturus expectantly. "Now would be a nice time to hear, what happened to Ren... no, that's not right... Rau!"