Blacktail Deer Plateau A wish of a wish

Blue Willow nodded her head I've always liked mornings. Since my parents traveled sharing their knowledge of herbs and lore we would often have to leave in the early morning after spending a night in another pack land by allowance of course. I learned to revere the mornings, for the nights were full of strangers and strange places. She smiled again

Blue tilted her head unsure what else to say to the scarred male, even if his scars were on the inside. She spoke softly Yes they are peaceful, but so are the nights when the moon is bright.