Blackfeather Woods pour la nuit est pleine de souvenirs

 

Title translation: for the night is full of memories

  Icy blue eyes stared over and out into the distant world. Ears perked up and head looking round as she walked. Looking for anyone who had strayed through their lands. She had patrolled the whole day now, not stopping for a drink or something to eat. Probably went around the whole territory twice now. It was awfully boring, but she needed to take a long walk. Needed to take her mind off of everything. It was a nice change of schedule. Usually she wanted to hunt and keep the caches full, but now she wanted to keep any foreign scents out.

  She stopped, panting from exhaustion, to sit down and catch her breath. The rays of the sun were starting to disappear and the moon and stars took over the sky. "Temps pour la lune de jouer," she spoke to herself. "Doux Crépuscule montrera une fois plus son visage. Ses enfants étoiles dansent le long de ses rayons avec joie." Every time she was alone, she wanted to speak French to herself. To never forget the language her father had taught her just as Bruke had advised. And she wasn't willing to forget either. She loved her father and all the things he had done and taught to her. Her father was indeed great to her. "Je aimerais avoir le temps de dire au revoir..." Her voice was quiet as she spoke those words. From time to time, she wished she could go visit them, but they were to far to get to. Way to far.