Gyrfalcon's Keep bo'ijani

@Olive

 

So this is where our heroine's journey begins; a dying meadow painted in shades of gray beneath a thin blanket of white. The sun's retreat is long past and the moon provides all of the light needed to properly stumble in the darkness. There is silence everywhere, yet in the night can be heard the hymns of the wind.

Djehanne sat beneath the starlit sky, her eyes entranced by its beauty. Occasionally, she would close them and speak a prayer into existence, though no sound escaped her maw. The art of discipline and devotion was a silent talent, after all. From what she could tell, there lived a pack nearby (she wasn't interested in their borders, but rather wary of their members) and yet one woman's scent stuck out to her.
Even though she longed for a name to call the she-wolf forth, such was something that the breeze couldn't carry to her ears, and so Djehanne sat, waiting. If the other was to find her way toward the plains and therefore to the priestess within them then it would be based on the will of the gods alone.