"One lost warrior can save the pack."

"Wha- Oh, just a dream," I whispered. "I really need to get to Raven. This calls for a skilled healer."

"Raven?" I whispered. "Fourth Ace?" Was the drowsy reply. "Yes," I answered stepping into her den. "What do you need?" Raven asked kindly. "I had a dream," I started. Her eyes grew wide. "What kind of dream?" She asked. "I saw the ground beneath us shaking right before our very eyes! But then, it stopped. A faint whisper said in these words, "One lost warrior can save the pack." "I see," the thoughtful healer replied. Besides healing others, she could connect to our ancestors and decipher prophecies. "Do we tell Dark Mistress?" I questioned, wondering what the strong leader would say. "Our leader? Absolutely not. This stays between you and me," she replied. "Of course. We should enjoy the rest of the night while we can," I suggested. At her nod of agreement, I exited her den and headed to mine.

~Rose 

I am back people!