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@Towhee 

It seemed that one full month was a good amount of time to digest the old news and get hungry for more. Do some honest work, enjoy blissful boredom and come to a conclusion that you miss your friend a bit and you have to make the long walk over to the house "next door" (not as in suburbs, more like in the middle of nowhere) to remedy that longing. This was, what Wraen did on a nice and warm spring day, after she had accumulated just enough nap hours to hit the road and reach the destination without spending herself too much.

With the snow gone the scenery had completely changed. She no longer could make the shortcut over the ice and had to walk around the lake instead. She noticed the first green shoots reaching up from the grayish-brown dry stalks of their predecessors. Pretty soon that grass would grow taller than her. This was a funny thought and she entertained herself with the ideas of a grass labyrinth along the rest of the journey to caldera. When she had arrived there, it did not appear to have changed much on the outside. Some new scents maybe, but in anticipation of hearing the news from Towhee firsthand, she did not venture to explore it further. 

Then it occurred to her - if no one was around, how was she going to call for the deaf leader? How had she done it the last time? One witty thought later, she tipped her head back and howled: "London's calling Towhee!!!!"