Deepwood Weald Feeling warm 'til the summer was over

"That is very unfortunate. You must have been close," Wraen said levelly and to add more sincerity to her demeanour she thought about Maia and, how every time her sister left to go on solo adventures, a bit of her heart went with her. It made her wonder now, whether Arcturus missed Moonspear, now that time had passed and heightened emotions had calmed down somewhat. Whether among the Ostrega folk there were still those - like this young fellow - who had not quite given up on him, disowned him entirely. Because, if that was the case, then it was gravely unfair to a wolf, who had given his better part of life to the mountain and their dwellers. Even after he had made a mistake according to them. 

"We will respect any claimed territories - that I promise you," she replied, knowing well that she and the rest would keep their distance from the mountain pack and would do their best not to have their paths cross. "That I have," she nodded in agreement. "Thank you for keeping me company and may the luck follow you, wherever your path leads next," she said her farewells.