Blacktail Deer Plateau And What You Lost

As par normal for the black coated healer, Blue Willow was loping through the pack lands. She had done her duties with diligence and quickly today. The rain leaving a lot to be desired. She did not mind it so much, it was the dreary melancholy feel of it that always bothered her. Thunderstorms they were loud and bright she considered them a dance, but the rain softly falling, it was tears.

It had been a day or two since she had soon the young male she had accepted at the borders Ayvo she believed his name was. She wondered how he was getting on. As she loped through the pack lands, just as if her mind had willed it, a teasing of a scent tickled her nostrils and she froze to take a deep smell. It was the one she had just thought of, summoned it seemed from her very thoughts.

Shifting directions she followed the scent to it's source and found the youth alone and chewing on bones. Good day to you Ayvo. She spoke softly. She studied him, he was quite anti social and she wasn't sure if that was good or not. She hoped to fix that at least today anyway.