The eerie sound of wolfsong calling to the moon drew her attention. She was standing near the edge of the park, leaning against a tree and waiting. Waiting for what, well, that she didn't know. Rave's mysterious others.
Ah well, while she waited, she perhaps had a moment to investigate, and thus she crept through the darkness, darkness that once spoke her name as well as the name of others, under a gleaming silver moon that too once was affiliated with her.
She had to see though, so from her place in the tree-shadowed park she surveyed the street, seeking that sound's source