Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Many wolves left their homes for less than happy reasons, Thuringwethil evidently included. Wildfire's lips twisted slightly as she told her story. The yearling herself hadn't been spared the wrenching sensation of being thrust forcefully from her home, twice now. That realization hit her like a blow, making her stomach sink. It made her feel especially empathetic toward her dark companion. She even experienced an urge to touch her nose to the other woman's dark cheek, though she held back, of course. It would probably be a little too familiar of her at this particular junction in their burgeoning friendship.

By piecing together contextual clues, the scout realized that Sleeping Dragon and Drageda must be one and the same. Her head tipped curiously as she wondered about Thuringwethil's faith. Wildfire was not the spiritual sort, though she knew others who were and didn't have anything against religion. In fact, the topic intrigued her and she wondered if the other she-wolf would tell her more. Wildfire knew faith could be such a personal thing.

But first, the young ranger stood and quirked a brow, silently inviting Thuringwethil to walk with her. Her feet were feeling a bit restless. Wildfire began to move, leading in the opposite direction of the Alpha's distant home. As they walked, the grass grew greener and thicker at their ankles, peppered by clusters of purple blossoms. There was a yellow dandelion here and there as well. A few gnarled trees cast long shadows and Wildfire stopped to simply admire all these signs of spring.

Gazing at the loveliness before her, the yearling murmured, "Will you tell me about your beliefs?"

Scenery inspired by this photo. :)