Moonspear Dawn's Early Light.

Mornings were easier for the red wolf. She found solace as the sun rose. She no longer missed her mother in the darkness of night.

The sun brought with it a new hope. A new shade of rose to dance and whisper along rocks and trees.

Bright green eyes watched with wonder as they always did as it rose. The sun looking down on a world half awake.

She stretched out delicate paws and legs. Shaking the morning dew from fire kissed fur. Paws of red and white danced along the Rick's as she pitter pattered towards dens. Fluffing furs, and pulling grass. Sweeping, cleaning. There was solace and belonging to her in the mundane.

a white raven, hefty and grotesque by the standards of his kind, landed on a blooming tree which's roots hid a densite, observing the workings of the seaset wolf.

Ajei so lost in her blissful tasks. She didn't notice the bird that watched her. Nor did she pay any mind to any others if they came and went.

A soft whisper of a hum underneath her breath as she cleaned and fluffed and did what she could to make the wolves of Moonspear more comfortable. She should probably do some fishing soon. 

After all it was not just domestic niceties that must be observed. There was also the need to fill bellies.

he began with an introductory croak.

denkeeper, are ya, russet? he had a bird's grin to him, watching the wolf for any reaction, and a ways to use it.

Ajei lifted green eyes to the croaking bird and offered him a small smile. Hello Brother Raven.

A small tilt of an ear. I am yes.

a cackle.

o, such small job! small job not for wandering wings. speak, russet, he leaned forward on his perch. do you dream of other places?

Ajei smiled good naturedly at the Raven. No I can't say that I do. I like the simple things. Do you dream of other places?

A small tilt of her head. A delicate placing of her paw.

not only dream! with great wings the bird boldly gestured.

i flown every corner of these lands, seen it all... don't you too want to wander, go far and bring stories what none would guess?

Ajei shook her head. No my handsome feathered friend. I am happy right where I am. But if you ever want to tell me a story I do like to listen.

A gwntle dip of her head a delicate sweep of her tail.

the avian smile is still a moment.

...what story does russet wish to hear?

tilt of head.

hm?

She settled to her haunches. The ever doting audience. A curl of her tail about delicate paws. Green eyes on his face 

Hmm. A happy one please.