It had been prickling at her, like bugs crawling under her fur and tugging at its roots. Her conversation with Marrah the day she'd left haunted her dreams - and sometimes her nightmares. She loved her sisters, but... they didn't seem to need her. They had Woya, and that's all they knew. She was the only mother they'd ever know, no matter how many stories Enera tried to tell them.
She was restless here.
Enera couldn't take it anymore; she couldn't keep bottling it up. She padded to where she knew Woya would be, resting with her children and Adelard, and called out softly. "Woya... could I speak with you?"
She didn't know where else to turn right now.