She is laying on the other side of Constantine and sandwiched between him and Vladimir, facing the sleeping face of Herschel. She could not sleep. She was awake when the howls rang into the air and caused the whole den to stir, as if the unconsciously knew what was happening. She knew the song, her father having taught it to her, and memorizing the song of her mother’s life in response. It would become one song in her mind, a harmony that deserved remembrance. And then there came Seamus, his face knowing and he nods to her before he even wakes the rest of those that encircle each other.

Tiamat exits first, but she is closest to the mouth and so she is next, tucked beside Seamus as he sends the other three of the four brothers-at-arms who inherited the name Fantastic Four to fetch the others on vacation with them. She is quiet, saddened, but entirely prepared for the image that appears before her in that clearing - so intent as she was to sing of the very clear picture that life had painted for her in this important moment. Mother Moon shined down with all the subtle and sorrowful silver moonlight that she could spare as blood turned to snow on her face. Snow danced like stars on her father’s black fur and only better shimmered up her mother’s white one that paled the flakes to grayness.

It is beautiful and though tears fall, whines come, she does not take it so hard as Feather and Samia do. She believes they are freed, her father of pretending wellness and her mother from the trials that had peppered her life with darkness. Instead they would be stars, drawn up by the Mother Moon until they shined their own lights down. Her heart cannot break for that beautiful future.

She instead leans into her father’s cooling shoulder as he lays still with his head over her mother’s neck and sings a soft song - the very song that her father and mother had sung just before she had been brought here - proof that they would live on in her songs and memories. And then she sings with her family to the Mother Moon who welcomed two of her cherished hunters back to her, stopping only after all other voices had quieted and turning to her sisters as Tiamat chided Feather. "She is right Feather, be happy for them. They are together with Mother Moon, Uncle Neirin, Uncle Ifrit, and Brother Weylin -- Father always did want to bite Weylin for how he ended up." She smiles enigmatically, but in a sober sort of cheer.