Morningside Cuesta with drops of Jupiter in her hair

For anyone. Even non-leaders can accept her, if they so choose. - mixdhearts

It was a fine morning, and the sun was rising just behind her, lighting up her creamy pelt in the exact way that she was named for. The pale shewolf seemed to glow in the first rays of daylight, her pelt speckled with pearlescent drops of dew picked up from the tall, swaying grasses.

Purposefully, she strode toward the scent of her brother. The wind had carried him to her while she was still several miles away - she'd know it anywhere, and it brought a bittersweet ache to her breast to think of finally seeing him again. All through the twilight she'd been travelling, giving up sleep in favor of reaching him. She was exhausted as she finally padded up to the borders, but her voice was still strong as she tipped back her head and howled a long, low note.

I'm here, I'm home. Where are you?