The Sunspire there were floating flocks of small white swans

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rannoch had promised that olive was here, and while her scent had lain fresh on his pelt, the star-kissed girl had yet to see her among the others. she had gravitated towards her only because, of those alive, she shared with olive the strongest bond. her father's fang-marks still lay fresh against her throat, and though the lesser wounds had scabbed over, a few still wept red. and while her solitude had served to heal and harden, the blow of Screech's death (and possibly that of Vaati's) lay heavy on her mind. she knew that she could not seek out the latter; not again, for he was beautiful and toxic. 

and so she had joined rannoch; this, like her mother, she could not explain completely. perhaps it was the sincerity in the male that seemed at once so steady and alien, perhaps some intuition that sought to, for once, lead her down the right path. there was too the knowledge that this was no formal pack, not yet, and little held her here. she could always slip away, if she chose to, yet there was something tempting about the steadiness that the group may offer her. 

it was somewhere deeply entrenched in her thoughts that finally the girl found her mother; quite suddenly was the woman before her. she blinked once to ensure that she was not mistaken before a grin lit her features, and she moved at once to close the distance between them, seeking to press her muzzle into the soft fur of her mother's cheek, tail wafting at her hocks in wordless contentment.