Silver Creek Ain’t no mountain high enough

Laika couldn't sleep. She wandered out of the den that she and Cas shared and glanced around the territory, admiring it's beauty. Her silky, white tail swished from side to side, blue eyes glancing to the sky in wonderment. She wondered if Octavia was up there, dancing in the stars and looking down on her with a loving gaze. 

Soon, the scent trail of Spring caught her attention. Spring. The wolf that was so very dear to her. They had spent countless nights side by side, taking care of each other and also finding the right roads in life. She followed the trail with a waving banner, paws light and elegant. 

Soon, she found her friend gazing at the stars just as she had been moments before. She shot her a warm looked and aproached, brushing against her in greeting and settling down beside her. She nudged Spring's shoulder as her tail gently thumped the ground. "How're you doing Spring?" She asked softly, not bothering to ask the question 'what are you doing up so late?' The alpha looked so peaceful that Laika never felt the need to. 

The water bubbled by lazily and Laika found her eyes following the ripples as she darted past her paws. The liguid gistened in the moonlight, and she gazed at the moon's reflection that danced in the light. It was so beautiful, and if Laika looked closely, she could have sworn to see a wolf's face. She pulled her blue eyes away and focused them on Spring again, waiting for her reply.