Gyrfalcon's Keep hippie sabotage

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In her intuitive and alert state, Olive was ever-perceptive of vibrational [atomic] changes in her ethereal setting. Here on earth or above swathed in stars, it mattered not to Olive. They were all intimately connected in the eternal cosmic oneness, after all.  But the atmosphere surrounding Olive palpably changed in the way that could only harken the arrival a fellow wolf. Unperturbed by the new presence [as she had longed for someone to indulge in the full moon with her], Olive continued to sing her sonnet and rounded it out with a long, smoky note. Then, she smoothly returned to her physical body.

Olive arced her slender neck to view the individual, her new friend. Olive often vacillated between her preference for solitude and community [she wrote it off as seeking ‘balance’], but Olive always appreciated meeting a new cohorts and hearing their story. It added their experiences to the collective consciousness of the world.  This particular wolf was a male, but was sitting quite a distance away from her and the darkness afforded him an intriguing sense of anonymity.  He acted as more of an audience than a potential friend.

Olive hoisted herself from the ground and sulk towards the brute. Her ears topped the crown of her head in an amicable greeting.  “Thank you for joining me,” the greyscale fae uttered sincerely, dipping her head in a low bow. Ever since the white specter, Eden, had caught her in the midst of a full-moon celebration and refused to partake in her festivities, Olive made the purposeful decision to tone it down for unfamiliar wolves. It was often difficult for unawakened strangers to revel in the power of the heavens [until she knew them and they understood how they operated].