Larksong Grotto Jigsaw Puzzle

Usually, Nova Rose was happy to keep within the confines of the Grotto, if only just out of worry Jhala or her little ones might need her. Hiram was a competent healer and a wonderful father, of course, but the elder felt better knowing that she could be of use. 

That, and it grew harder each day to climb her way out of the protected haven that was her lords church. Her bones ached and creaked with each step her pale paws took, but Nova never was one to give up easily. Despite not having a place in mind to go, the old woman let herself wander closer and closer to the borders.

When she finally reached said unknown destination, the elder allowed her spectral eyes to wander. What they found, however, was far from expected: a boy who could have been from her own womb stood there before her, like looking into a much younger version of herself in the clear reflection of a lake. She pulled to an abrupt halt, nostrils flaring to take in the vagely familiar scent layered with times of travel.

                        "Hello?"

Taking a couple of curious steps forward, not thinking about the possible dangers a strong young man could do to a more fragile woman like herself, Nova called out to the boy -- he was patiently waiting a good distance from the markers, something the Rose woman deeply appreciated even as a Sister of the pack. Hiram would be thankful for it at well, if this boy was as respectful as he seemed. Perhaps they would soon have another member of the church!