Larksong Grotto Requiem For A Dream

Lilac had been on her own for a very long time now.  She had struggled through snowstorms, sandstorm, twisters and much more in about two and a half years.  Now though she was done with the life of a loner.  She wanted to settle down somewhere and live her life with others.  She hadn’t seen another wolf for around three months now and she hadn’t seen a friendly one since that one dreadful day that she had been swept away from Starlit Hills.  When the earthquake had seemed to split the ground in two and she had been separated, stranded from her pack at the ripe age of six months.  Although somehow as if by a miracle she had survived that, by finding scraps on the ground left over by predators and drank from puddles created by rainwater in those first dreadful weeks.  Then she had taught herself how to hunt, heal, fight, defend and even kill cleanly if necessary.

Now she stood before a pack border unsure of what to do.  Did she howl?  Did she wait?  It had been so long, far to long to remember how to do this correctly, formally.  She had an idea of what to do though, this plan made the most sense anyways, she would howl.  That was what her Mother had told her right?  She smiled at the vague memory of her Mother, she wondered what had happened to her.  Her cousin Spring would probably know though.  Her heart warmed at the thought of her old friend.  The last time she had seen Spring was when they had both been six months old.  Spring had been a bouncy, happy, excitable puppy, but she had been on the more quiet side as a pup.  As Lilac finally finished up with her thoughts, she tilted her head back and let her howl roll into the air, telling of her presence at the border and her interest in joining.