Tuktu Weir Soul Searching

MY HEART ;___;

Small glints of sunlight danced upon the gently lapping waters. Juxtaposed against the ravaged greenery, the lake was a beautiful sight... but it was not enough to lift the Fen wolf's tired spirits. He watched the water for many hours, but no activity interrupted its tempo. Had the beavers moved on too? Valtyr thought, his brow knitted with concern, as he finally collected enough energy to continue his search -- though he knew it would be bleak and probably fruitless.

He would not have lingered a moment longer if a sob hadn't caught his attention. A wolf crying, he could tell. Valtyr's heart sank, knowing too well the probable reason why the creature wept. He did not hesitate to look for her, stumbling across the narrow waif moments later to find her curled in a tight, trembling ball.

The firefoot glimpsed from his position a couple good yards away, but even from this distance he could decipher the stranger's condition. He felt empathy. Was she like him? A young hunter sent out to provide for the pack in these barren times? Her quaking sobs shook his resolve, and Valtyr realized this woman reflected his inner self, though he had denied the dark feelings of a dismal future a hold up until that moment.

He approached her solemnly, but allowed a small chuff to alert her as he encroached. Valtyr knew his theory for her state was only a hypothesis at best, and though he felt great need to reach out to console his sister in arms, he dared not push the boundaries of a lone wolf in such dire circumstance.