Kildeer Rest My bittersweet melody

Many days had passed since the wraith had left the mountain, her paws carrying her instinctively south so to avoid the freezing conditions that the frozen lands of the north could throw at a lone wolf like her. Her pelt was blessed with silver, rippling in the gentle breeze as Tirak nosed her way through the undergrowth to emerge amidst a blanket of wild flowers.

Birdsong filled her ears as she slid into s slow trot, her lengthy figure padding onwards in a fluid gate as she neared a rim of trees, her body relishing beneath their creaking boughs as she escaped the heat of the day. Perhaps she could make her home here within the copse; the place certainly felt secure, though she had no insight as to what unknowns lay beyond this closed paradise. Settling herself down beneath the branches of a grand oak, her lime green pools drifted over the new soil, an uncertain glimmer glazing their surface slightly as she did so.

She sincerely hoped the spirits had accompanied her here.