Broken Antler Fen Thistle of Lorraine

@Ibis 

One day Wraen realized that she truly felt at home in Brecheliant. Yes, she had liked the place a lot from the first time she had set her foot here, but for an attachment to form - whether it was a place or a person - you needed time and effort. Now, after having spent for, what seemed like a lifetime, but was - in fact - almost five months she could say, wholeheartedly that she loved it here and secretly wished that these feelings would never change. Of course, having left many packs behind her in the course of her life, she knew that she could not fight the stream that brought changes with it. Only float along. But in comparison to her younger self, who wanted to swim faster to see, what was behind the next riverbend, she now could close her eyes and enjoy the moment, not caring much, where it would take her next. 

Wraen had noticed the scent of spring in the air that had wafted through the forest and sung alluringly to many eligible men in the vicinity, but at the time she had kept her respectful distance. Now, however, suitable amount of time had passed for her to seek out the reigning Queen of the Enchanted forest to inquire about her well-being and how she was doing. They had not spoken much, since the heavenly fire that had finished Moonspear, and with daughter lost and faithful mate gone without a trace, she had not wanted to intrude someone's privacy. With enough time having passed between events, it seemed appropriate to have a friendly chat and to see, where things were going in this first spring of the Brecheliant.