The Sentinels But you know I'm gonna play 'em for keeps

"You are very merciful in your choice of words," Wraen remarked, tracing the sorrowful remains of what once had been a glorious and majestic place with her gaze and sighing softly. Though the Sentinels held a nostalgic value to her, she knew that this was nothing but a graveyard, where ghosts of the past had already moved on and ghosts of what-could-have-been wandered around and hoped that one day they might come and become a reality. Sadly neither Wraen, nor many generations after her would see the rebirth of this forest. 

"There's not really much left of it, neither is there anyone else left, who could tell us more of our parents and what it was like here in the past," she said. "I like these ruins just because they are the only piece that I have got left of our parents, though..." Wraen paused, a thought coming to her mind and once it had gained a form, she smiled, "... mom used to say that places are not special, people make them that way. Perhaps, it is time we created a home of our own." 

It was not a serious idea, creating a pack. Definitely not now, but, who prevented her from toying with it. "What do you think, Maia? Use the best of your imagination - what would you want to have in your perfect home?" she asked her sister. "Unicorns are allowed, in case you had any doubts."