Shimmering Sands Starry Eyes

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Eden smiled at the youthful spirit of the other wolf, the wolf with the swaying hips and the joyful yips who called herself Olive. Despite Eden's longing to feel that happiness with her, to allow her legs to carry her away into the dance of the night, her dizziness argued otherwise as did the nausea quickly creeping up with it. I would love to, I'm just not feeling too well. Still, she swayed her tail behind her, and let her ears pick up the songs of the night. Why are you dancing, anyway? Was she just a young spirit with energy to spare, or did she have a reason for her enthusiasm.
In Eden's birth pack, they'd had gods, but the gods died with them. She longed for that though, to feel like there was something more in the world. And if Olive brought with her new gods, Eden would love a chance to learn their ways and employ them with her children. Perhaps someday in the future, once Eden was able to form her own pack, she would meet the strange she-wolf again and they could rule together. But this was only a thought.
I'm a wanderer myself. I only settled here a little while ago, and since then I haven't been able to sit still. Now I have to, I suppose, with a family and all. She laughed at the thought and waited for her new friend to reply.