Sun Mote Copse Song d'un nuit de sabbat.

Eljay arrived shortly after Towhee had passed out and Wraen filled the aspiring healer in on, what she had gathered: "The Hideaway strath has been blocked off after the last earthquake and Towhee climbed up and somehow got here. Does not look good at all." She looked down at the unconscious leader of the Asterism grove and assessed her wounds and state in general. The she-wolf would live, given rest and food, but Eljay probably knew best.

"We can't leave her here, we have to move her," she told others and hoped that any of them would come up with an idea, how would that be possible to do. "Or settle a temporary outpost for her here," that was another option, but it would mean that someone would have to sleep besides Towhee out in the open all the time. And, who would be up for such a task in the dreary, cold and rainy weather of late autumn?