Sun Mote Copse There's an East wind coming
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Backdated before the plot. Wraen's leaving. One-post only.

Whenever Wraen had made big decisions in her life, she had been quick to act upon them. She had left her family pack within a few days after Leander had broken her heart. She had left Moonspear in a matter of hours. She had bid goodbye from Sunspire folk the day they had set out to greener grounds on the other side of the mountains. Yet it had taken her a lot longer to say goodbye to the Sun Mote Copse, which had been her beloved home for almost two years of her life. 

She had walked along the borders, visited all of her favourite places, to remember the good and great things that had happened here and to take a mental picture of them all, so that, wherever her road took her next, she could always take a piece of this place with her. She had stopped by the four mounds of the former leaders and, though none of them had been too close to her, she had not known them too well, in a way she felt that there was a perceptible connection. It then occurred to her that of all the leaders Firebirds had had, she was the first to leave on her own accord (she did not count Kiwi) and not die. 

A twist of fate? Had her decision helped her escape the "curse"? Was there really such thing? Wraen did not know and the dead could not tell her this. After a quiet prayer, she left Wildfire, Colt, Finley and Elwood and headed over to the place, where the living were playing. She watched Niamh's children from afar, noted not for the first time, how quickly they had grown up, and new that even without her to witness it, Firebirds would be alright. They had a future and there were more great things to come. 

Wraen made sure that on the day she left the copse for good both of her comrades - ever loyal @Maia and @Arcturus - were ready to leave as well. She did not want to have a big scene, nor did she wish to see sadness or disappointment in the eyes of those she left behind. On the borders she stopped, tipped her head back and howled in respect and memory to all friends and comrades and the good times she had had here. And when the song was over, she began to head North.