A large wolf stood at the far end of the glade watching the remaining occupants within. He snapped at the air once, but otherwise made no move. The Pixie had been sent back to the Waking World rather abruptly, unfortunately, but she'd handled it well at least. This needed to be allowed to play out. It was all part of the Journey the Child had to traverse to find answers. More importantly, to finally learn<em>what</em>she was. By the Great Spirit, may it not Change her and make her forget<em>who</em>she was.<br/><br/>Makoda didn't flinch at the hiss so close and menacing, nor did she seem to react when the feel of a clawed arm wrapped around her waist. She stiffened though as the nightmare unfolded before her. She knew she was nothing more than an observer and couldn't stop what was happening, but it still hurt to watch. In the vision she made no reaction, but the body held by the arm trembled with each rending tear. It flinched with every piercing scream. Tears fell and streaked down the face twisted in misery and loss.<br/><br/>When the scenes finally came to an end, the girl sobbed, one word. "Mother."  A welth of emotions in thzt one word. Pain, loss, confusion, guilt, despair,  and doubt. Finslly, she sagged back into the arm that held her. Three emotions could not be found coming from her. Fear, anger, or hate. It wasn't that she trusted whatever held her, but she did trust her Magick, more importantly, she trusted the one who seemed to dwell here the most. And she had spoke simple truth earlier to Lugoj, she did not fear the Dark any more than she did the Light.<br/><br/>The Wolf gave a soft whine, but still waited. It wasn't yet time to interfere.