She stared at the waxing crescent moon high in the sky. The new moon was over and it was gradually returning to its full state. Her thoughts turned to Fenrir. How had he fared with the Full Moon he was gearing up for when she had to leave him? She couldn't imagine he had any unusual difficulties. Transformations had been a normal part of his existence for the better part of a century. It was sentimental and foolish to worry. But, she couldn't help it. Thanks to her husband and Rabastan, she'd had to leave him so abruptly, long before she was truly ready.