Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

Diane felt a light trill of excitement as she followed closely at the male's hip, before becoming brave enough to pace neatly at his shoulder. She had seen much of the Ridge, but logically not all of it, and certainly not from the eyes of a packmate. It was easy for an empathetic wolf like her to see from another's perspective— and she could have raced past this very area numerous of times and never noticed it like she did at Terich's side now. She could feel herself in an out-of-body experience, seeing things instead in the way she thought Terich may see it, and the world was exploding with a new beauty, different from what she usually only noticed alone. To connect with him like this was beyond humbling, and Diane hoped to never be without his support.

She wished to speak but knew her voice wouldn't carry over the rabbit, so she clutched it tighter and brushed her companion's side gently with her shoulder, sighing contentedly through her nostrils.