Sun Mote Copse and your heartbeat is heard three rooms over

Wraen had been glad to hear that the recent earthquake had helped to clear the way out of the Hideaway strath. She had not been present at the time, when the trapped wolves had walked free, but her happiness had soon turned into immense worry, when she heard that Elfie had not been among those, who had come back. This did not make sense, because the boy - according to some - had been fine and well right after the quake, which had trapped the wolves inside strath. He had been present, when Towhee had made her first escape, she had even heard his voice, when her cousin had to be rescued the second time. Now - nothing.

Pack duties had deterred her from going to the Hideaway strath and do the search herself. She had to admit that she also was afraid to enter those lands in fear of another quake happening and trapping her alone. Every day was a struggle between her cowardice and heartbreak for the lost boy. More dead bodies were the last thing Firebirds needed right now. This had been such a horrible year so far, not this now. 

You can easily imagine that, when she called a feeble howl of a young wolf at the borders, her heart skipped a beat. Elfie! She rushed to the borders full of hope and expectation only to be disappointed again. There were two miserable looking adolescents standing there, but none were the boy she was waiting for at home. Wraen's heart was so full that she almost began to cry, but composed herself and approached the two. "Hello, young ones," she greeted them and smiled, though her eyes remained sad. "How can I help you?"