The deer-butterfly-bird combination of a wolf moved swiftly through the trees, dead set on reaching the meeting. As he arrived, his audits picked up quiet words from Evangeline and her daughters; his eyes caught Queen Themis, King Mabbit, and the king’s daughter, Valkyrie. Yesimire, the Hawthorne princess, was here also. It seemed he was early.
The bushes rustled and out slipped Skywalker, a b a s t a r d son of Beartooth. One of Elara’s sons, and indeed the last of her children alive. Phobus’ War had taken Elara as well as her son Vader and daughter Natalya. Natalya’s adopted daughter Rue had drowned not long after; Vaughn remembered Skywalker and Evangeline being particularly broken up about that. Skywalker sat in a silent lump near Valkyrie.
Then the trees yielded up Vaughn’s own daughter, Leona. His heart jumped for joy. “Leona, darling. How has life been with you?” She replied with no words, but with a tired smile. He wondered what she had been up to. He knew she had been spending a lot of time with Kodlak.

“And a place in my heart, will always be hers”