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every turn I take, every trail I track - Lyra - December 27, 2016
Set still pretty close to Moonspear, just on the edge :D
It was early morning, the sun having not even risen far above the horizon yet, though its faint light cast an unearthly glow among the mountains. Lyra had snuck from the den, knowing exactly where she intended to go that morning. Her parents had loosened the leash a little on how far they were allowed to roam now, yet the girl had yet to make it over the borders yet. Today was the day she had decided to change that.
Blue eyes flashed as she reached the edge of the territory, where the sent markers upon the trees were the strongest. She kept one large ear perked for any hint of Charon or Amekaze — or any other pack member — nearby. She had an excuse planned should she be caught, though she knew she was not as good of a liar as Hydra or Alya. Speaking of, the girl quickly glanced around, hoping her siblings hadn't followed. She had made sure she was alone after leaving the den. She didn't need any loud sisters giving away her escapade.
With a final look and wiggle of her nose, Lyra set off at a quick trot towards the now sun-drenched valley beyond, an excited smile spread across her face.
RE: every turn I take, every trail I track - Seff - December 28, 2016
With this sense of relief came the crushing weight of guilt and grief, and the form of his mother vanishing into the shadows if Blackfeather haunted him still. For much if his life she had been the one he felt the greatest love for, and now, he had left her.
early morning had come and he had left the litter group in silence, intending only to go a short ways before turning back. He simply needed to be alone, he decided, and figure out how to rid himself of this weight.
but another figurfigure had caught his attention, as girl seen easily in contrast to the snow that blanketed the land now. A pack was near, for he had scented their borders faintly as the wind had blown in his favour, and it was only logical that she belong there.
He wooded a greeting, approaching amiably the girl, small smile on his face. The weight lingered still in the back of his mind, yet was ignored as he focused on the girl, another face to meet.