Shadowwyn Moor moulin rouge

actually watching this movie hence title and odd thread

Quill had not thought of the day for a long time.

The entirety of the pack had been gone when she returned; the Canyon hosted a new number of wolves, all that had turned against her the moment they smelled her. It was then she presumed that none of her family were left. She could not find them and Eshe was best at this, typically. But no. None could be found and try as she might, she found no fortune.

So she turned tail and began her new life. It started with her name–she was Quill, now. Just Quill. No surname; she couldn't bear to change that part of who she was. Quill knew their name was still relatively widespread, and though part of her desired to avenge her family she didn't desire bloodshed. Enough time had passed where she could begin anew.

The Endore had begun in finding a band of wolves beginning a pack. She had joined their number but for now, moved away from the place they stayed. Quill had plenty more to explore of the lands and pondered at how large they were, and what she may find. This was the second time she had been to the Moors, but she enjoyed it here. It would not be her last.

@Bhreac