Overture Downs We marched away at break of day

Unlike her gray-white friend, Ilya absolutely adored fall. Her fur ruffled in the light breeze and she felt at home in the hollow. Her heart sang as she padded along, sniffing out perhaps a light snack to keep her energy up as she went out on her own private patrol. It wasn't long before she caught hold of a familar scent, young but strange; a sign of a different pack. She kept her ears perked as she walked, but she recognized the scent right away, no need to be on gaurd. As she neared the scent she eventually caught sight of the young female from Jade Fern Grove. Ilya wagged her tail and let out a greeting bark, a friendly smile appearing on her face. She made her way over.

As she neared she realized the perky wolf wasn't as joyful as usual, and now seemed to linger in a state of though. She frowned. "Chin up, little one," she encouraged softly, nosing her shoulder caringly. "What's wrong? I can sense your sadness from far away, and you are too fresh to be having such a sad time," Ilya offered, but was far too hypocrtical with her words. Not that Haven had known this, but around the same age Ilya's life was a living hell, and she was far too young to experience such distasteful wolves.