There was a secluded part of the Red Moon territory which brought a sense of calm to the air. It was away from the noise and rush of the main township, but far enough from the border so that the warrior patrols didn't intrude. It was the perfect spot to be lain to rest and the ashes of many wolves had been scattered amongst this field to each share a part of that peace. Those who visited often came alone, to stand amongst those who have passed, in hopes of feeling their company once more. Charlie had stood in that very spot one day of every year for as long as she could remember, feeling old as she recounted the memories and saddened by the aching gap since her last visit.
“I wish I could remember her.” Charlie’s voice was soft and low, but she still felt like she was disturbing the area
