Moonspear even if your hope has burned with time, anything that's dead shall be regrown

Life lately was a blur of developments and milestones. She had been through all of it before as Scion but she had no memory of it, so Galaxy rather enjoyed the ride. She could speak a little clearer now, not to mention manage soft bits of meat. And mama and pops (as she'd randomly come to think of and call them) even took her on little forays away from the den, introducing her to a bit of their mountainous terrain.

But today the family stuck close to the den, mostly because it was raining cats and dogs. Galaxy sat in the foyer, gazing out at the deluge. Her eyes grew glassy and she found herself looking inward, at a familiar image: Scion's wet, battered body slumped in the center of a circle of mourning wolves. She tilted her ears as if straining to hear the familiar sobs, yet there was no sound but the falling rain.

She blinked her blue eyes and the image faded to the back of her mind. Abruptly, she realized the shower was lessening. The sun was even peeking out from the gray clouds, almost bashfully. Galaxy sprang to her feet with a happy bark, tail wiggling as she anticipated going outside.