The Faerydae lady was tied to somebody. She was planning to walk around Starfall, looking for whomever it might be. She hoped somebody she could love, somebody who could cherish and respect her. Not like the men of Tarben. She shuddered to think of what may happen if the man she was tied to was of Tarben.
As a young adult, Marika had no clear worldview. She had no idea what to think of anything and everything. She didn’t know much about the other packs besides what had been taught to her. Amberbjorne, Hawthorne, and Dawnshire were on the right side of the war; Tarben was the instigator and its allies were Nightingale and Sindri. Therefore those three packs were bad.
She followed the tie to the Elder Tree, trying to locate the man on its other end. Say he really was of Tarben or Sindri. What then?
She could worry about that later. Now, she saw a pretty butterfly, all black body and yellow and black wings, with accents of blue and orange. She smiled. The large butterfly landed in the blossoms, beginning to drink.

“Feeling the pain as innocence dies!”