Wolf RPG

She swelled with life.

Moondoe padded through pack lands with her head on a swivel, twisting and turning to greet whoever came up to her. She moved slow, without the usual grace, more of a waddle than anything.

She made her way to the border, sighing gently as she crested a hill in the deersights. She paused there, turning to look at the distant peaks.

Here, away from the bustle of the village, she appreciated a moment of peace. Vairë slowly laid upon a flat rock, looking over what she could see of the village, and the spine beyond.

Much had changed in Vairë's life in this year from the last. Her mate had gone missing. Her ability to lay full foundations of the Stavanger Bay gone. It was a beautiful place, Arrluk remembered. One of both the ocean and forests and hidden coves and waterfalls in-between. Her loss did not leave her to ruin. No! 

She had a new mate now. She had been chosen to be the next Moonwoman. She led, she held new life. She was unstoppable. Like Kukutux. Like Sialuk and Chickadee. And his sister @Galana who had escaped her captors and returned to them. Arrluk was proud to be family to so many powerful women.

He smiled up at Vairë now and woofed lowly, as she settled atop one of the hills in this area. He had been doing his rounds of scouting the borders once more and paused to the sight of his sister.