Renn missed Sun greatly. She knew that after she had left, Sun would have thought Renn had stopped loving her. The truth was that she had never stopped loving her daughter. But if she looked into those silver eyes, identical to Torak's, Renn would feel anger towards the girl who took Torak away from her.

Renn could not forget her daughters red hair, identical to her own. She could not forget that look she sometimes gave, as if she could see into you and read your thoughts. She knew what she had to do, find her daughter. But then she wondered, would Sun want to see the mother that had forsaken her? The mother that she probably thought hated her? And with that, she was back to square one.

Pebble, the wolf she had stayed with, came and lay next to Renn. She had known him since he was a pup. He had been the only pup from Darkfur and Wolf's first litter to survive. Pebble had two pups, Rainbow and Pine, with his mate, Snow.

He whined at her. She guessed what he meant, and replied. "I miss Sun." she knew he wouldn't understand, but she had to tell someone before she broke down.

Pebble put his paws on her shoulders and put his forehead to hers, as if to say; I understand.

"But what would you do?" she asked

. . . . .

Fin tottered over to Renn (his mother) and Pebble. He was four and a half summers old, and had previously been teasing Pine, his little brown playmate, with a scrap of dried dear meat. Finn was short and chubby, with his fathers tanned skin and scruffy, long, black hair, and his mother's sharp-toothed grin and deep blue eyes. After living with the wolf's pack all of his short life, he had the same gift as his father had had; he could speak wolf.

The pack-sister, your mother, is missing her other cub. Tell her she must go find it. Pebble communicated – wolf language is not just about sounds, but movements and smells too.

"Mother? Pebble says you must go find your other child. Does that mean I can meet," he paused, trying to remember the name of the girl in the stories his mother had told him, "Sun?"

. . . . .

Renn smiled fondly at her little son. He had always been quite perceptive. Sun had only just started talking sense at all when she was his age. "Yes Fin, we're going to meet Sun, your older sister." She whispered, picking him up and hugging him tightly. Tears were running down her face, but Fin didn't ask why like you would have expected. Fin understood. He smiled shyly, reminding Renn of Sun's shy smile the day Torak had died.

"Now," Renn began "Go and tell Wolf we're going back to your sister and Uncle Dark – do you remember uncle Dark, he came to see us once?"

Fin nodded vigorously.

She smiled. "Tell Wolf we'll be ok on our own. I'm going to get all our stuff packed up. Ok?" Renn said enthusiastically.

"Yes mother." Fin smiled sweetly and toddled off.

Renn thought about how Wolf, Torak and herself had met. Torak had been twelve summers old when he found Wolf. Torak had been running away from the demon bear that had killed his father and Wolf, a pup whining for his family to play with him. His family had drowned in a flood. Torak had played with him, fed him, and had become like a brother to him. Torak found he could talk wolf, so they could communicate.

Torak and wolf had been travelling when she and some other raven clan hunters had caught them and taken them to camp. Renn's Uncle, Fin-kedinn (also clan leader and the man who Fin had been named after), had taken an instant dislike to Torak and told him they would kill him for trespassing on their land. Torak had brought up the clan law 'a man can fight if they have trespassed, if they win they can go free, if not the clan leader can do as they wish with the trespasser.' Torak had won – not in a very acceptable way though. He had stayed at the raven camp with wolf anyway. Torak and Renn had become good friends and fought the soul eaters together (along with wolf).

Renn remembered her and Torak's first kiss. They were fifteen summers old. Renn had twisted her ankle, so couldn't go with Torak to defeat the last soul eater, Eostra, at the Mountain of Ghosts. There had been prophecies saying Torak would die.

Renn replayed the scene in her head.

She was sat on the floor in the mountain hare's shelter. Torak was stood above her, telling her how she couldn't come because of her ankle. She had refused to stay. It was finally time for him to say goodbye; he was at a loss for words.

"Goodbye Renn. Whatever happens, you know- you must know how much I…" he paused and drew breath "May the guardian fly with you." He had bent down and kissed her, then turned and ran in to the dark.

She chuckled at his loss for words - 'I love you,' were probably the words that he couldn't seem to get out.