|(#TwilightRealm, #Witches, #Dorch #Fae, #Oakenlings, etc. belong to the lovely @LadyLeaf)
Later that night, Brin woke with the moon shining on her face. She woke alone, which wasn't right. Hawkeye hadn't left her to sleep unprotected since... ever. Looking up, the Candeliana Witch was just in time to see the Oakenling and his dead wife in the shape of a white wolf disappear into the trees. Well, that was, after all, what they were here for in the first place.
In vain, Brin tried telling herself to relax and go back to sleep; Hawkeye wouldn't have left her if there was any danger close by. It wasn't physical peril that the Witch was worried about, however. She wasn't really worried at all, just a bit... anxious, yes, that was the right word. So, Brin hugged her knees, huddled in her blankets, and waited patiently for morning.
It wasn't until the sky's glow before dawn that the Oakenling returned to camp. No pale spirit wolf accompanied him, however.