Sun Mote Copse seems every castle is made of sand

arcturus' stride faltered as wraen bumped his shoulder -- he did not look up as the silence pooled about them. shortly after wraen shared news of towhee's child (his?). arcturus' throat hiked at the news, and he buried such thoughts deep.

even niamh wasn't spared much thought -- arcturus found he had no energy to do anything besides force one foot in front of the other.

wraen continued, detailing the names of wolves with no faces to arcturus' mind. a sudden rush of gratitude tormented the ostrega, who realized for all of her hospitality, he did not deserve a friend like wraen. "wraen -" arcturus murmured finally, after she had told him of most of the wolves in her care. his tone was exhausted, but emphatic. "thank you."