There was a dark cloud hovering over Moladion. Not just the early winter storms that dumped snow onto the unlucky lands that had to suffer a longer season. It was like an icy grip had clutched the hearts of the wolves and heinous acts were being committed everywhere. Though she was young, Wren knew there were dangerous times ahead. She could hear it in the voices of the adults, see it in the way they held themselves. More patrols were sent to the borders, those who had once been greeted with friendly smiles were now treated with suspicion. It made the dark princess sad to see the way the world had changed.
Feeling helpless and lonely, the two-toned wolfess moved away from her pack and into the fields. The free lands were open and bright, with hardly and wolves around. This was another new, and uncomfortable feeling that Wren couldn't quite wrap her mind around. Diveen had always offered protection and had been a safe place, now she felt a great pressure weighing on her. It was no longer a place she could feel happy. Ears drooping at the thought, the young wolf continued making her way through the dying grass. A gust of wind blew past her, sending a shiver down her spine. Looking up at the sky, she could tell that winter was just around the corner. Not just by the scent or the cold, but by the way the birds flew overhead. For a moment, she wished she, too, could have wings that would take her far away from here.
Randomly, her thought went to Zharko. The wolf who's soul she had stolen. Thinking about what he might be doing, she wondered if visiting him would help clear her mind. Of course, that meant seeing Blackthorne too. No, she didn't want to feel more depressed than she already was. For now, she would stay alone and continue to wander aimlessly. Her paws carried her further from Diveen until they stopped just beside the lake. Sighing, Wren collapsed at the bank and let her forepaws sink into the freezing waters. Watching her reflection dance upon the water's surface, she didn't notice the two shadows approaching.