Oh - oh of course! The Witchling's eyes snapped open, and she felt her very soul calling to the portals as they opened. The runes had been beautiful, and it seemed like her zips danced too. Oh - how they danced, it was in euphoria; it was ecstasy! She almost felt almost woozy herself as her own energy was affected by the swell of it all. She had to go. She had to help somehow; was it not her duty as a Druid? They were stewards of the Earth; they came from the ground, they danced beneath the Moon. She was a Witch. She was a Mayfair.

She gasped as her paws crossed the threshold, and suddenly she felt choked as she felt all of the despair, all of the pain that every horrid shriek let loose on the world. Lestan and Kirain had always taught her that balance was the key. And so if the pain the Wolf was feeling had come from being abandoned, from being caught, from being trapped - that had to be freedom. And then she looked down to the chains and saw the familiar white. Mama! Immediately her efforts were to join her mother, to add to the efforts made to release the chained wolf by so many.

She had never felt more proud of her mother, or herself.