Overture Downs We marched away at break of day

Ilya somehow felt better, telling the ashy-gray wolf. She didn't know why the concept shocked her, she knew that letting things off her chest always made a little bit of the pain ebb away. She watched Haven with a smile, wagging her tail a little. "Thank you, Haven," she responded. "That means a lot." It did mean a lot to her to be called pretty, it always made her self-confidence swell; even though she did have quite a bit of it anyway. She usually kept her arrogance to herself, which was a good combination to have. "I do hope that it all works out between you and Sebastian, he truly does sound like a wonderful wolf," she eyed the young female playfully. "One day you'll have to visit and introduce me, he needs my approval," she teased.