Duskfire Glacier pilukak

She had wandered long, alone. at some point, she had left this land and entered another. she knew not when she had crossed the invisible boundary, nor when she had crossed it yet again, only knowing that she was back in the place called Teekon. her paws led her to the place she had met the desperate woman and the male by the stream, and learned of the failing pack that inhabited the Glacier. how beautiful the place had been, and still it was.

she had come across to border, no scents. even the faintest of what might have been was faded, as she had expected and hoped. this, perhaps, could be a place to settle, if only for a short while. it fit her needs and wants almost perfectly, prey abundant as spring lent a slight warmth to the land. the sky above was lit in splendid colour, the sky afire in the settling dark, as if a final, desperate bid b day to not sink below the horizon as it always did.

she moved through the silence steadily, half searching for a place to spend the night, to rest her travel-worn form. ears were pricked, charcoal gaze searching, yet her stance was relaxed and her pace easy.