Overture Downs In another perfect light, we run

It was a relief to find the rises and dips in the terrain growing more gentle. The lone she-wolf’s journey had been lonely, long and grueling. Loinn missed home, though she missed her family more. She had to remind herself at regular intervals that she was doing this for them - striking out to find all of them a new home. She didn’t resent the opportunity for adventure but she worried, every day. With every dawn she roamed farther from her birthplace and prayed that her mind wouldn’t drift the way her body had. 

The silvery Alaskan’s eyes were warm only in hue - weariness all but dripped from them beneath a brow hardened in a frown as she looked out over gently undulating, snowbound plains. It felt somehow as if she was on the edge of something crucial - a decision which hadn’t yet reached her, or a new chapter she was yet to delve into.

A sigh wrapped in frosty vapour left Loinn’s parted jaws and she all but threw herself forward - it was the only way to combat the desire to rest. Resting out in the open would be a spectacularly bad idea for a lone wolf. 

So on she trudged until she reached a tree, leafless but glinting with snow. There she huffed softly and allowed herself to come to a halt. For the first time in a day, Loinn allowed herself to look up at the sky - and above flew an owl. Dusk was approaching and perhaps the owl had every right to be there - but Loinn felt her hackles rise all the same, remembering the teachings in her family: to see an owl before nightfall didn’t bode well for the day to follow.

Grey skies above—the silence of winter seemed more prominent now that she had taken her leave of Diaspora. Argent and River trailed somewhere nearby—likely exploring the surrounding valley, despite her quiet ushering of wishing them to remain close. They were growing fast—and that familiar itch began to plague the woman, creeping along her pelt. She did not wish for more children—not with her mate buried within the now frozen ground. And yet, was this not why she now sought change? Who knew what awaited her, now.

But first, she would need to determine where it was they would settle and rise.

Ivory fur glinted in the falling of the sunlit warmth. Lissome in her movement, it was with a step of graceful determination that she first noticed the silver figure not far off—the woman settling beneath the bare tree and looking skyward as if seeking answers.

Weren’t they all?

With the gentle lash of her proud tail, the exotic woman drifted closer, waiting for her presence to be noticed by the stranger.