Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

Wraen returned to Asterism Grove in her thoughts daily, but in more than three weeks that had passed since rockslide, she had come up with no possible solutions on, how to help anyone, who may have been trapped inside, or how to even find out, who had been left there. So, she lived day by day, hoping that one morning everything would miraculously be fine. Stupid thing to do - true - but, what else other than hope did the Sovereign had to hold on to?

Imagine her surprise that one morning during a patrol along the borders, she heard a tired howl and soon saw the instigator of it. "Towhee!" she exclaimed, rushing at the leader of the Asterism grove. "How - how did you get here? What -how? You're hurt!" she sought for words, as she looked the injured she-wolf up and down and still could not believe her eyes that, what she saw was true.