Blacktail Deer Plateau spring brings life into the darkness

Forrest nodded her head in response to the boy's inquiry. Dauntless, she thought, was a name quite befitting of a soldier. Her own name didn't hold much meaning, outside of it being hers. Everywhere she went, she was known by name, unlike some of the packs she'd worked in with three Sarahs here and four Bartholomew's there. Forrest Evergreen. I've been accepted as the pack's midwife for the season. Her eyes were bright with promise, having run away from their jaded destiny for as long as possible. 

There was a pause, giving Forrest time to recall Dawn's mentioning of pups already living within the borders. It clicked then that this soldier was one of them, drawing an amicable grin across her features. Who're your parents, Dauntless? They seem to have raised a wonderful young man. A gentleman, if you please.