Greatwater Lake the mundane and the magic

@Lambert! <3

She mourned Nightjar. There would come a day, perhaps, when she would visit Wild Berry Meadow again and remember it as his resting place. But for now, she couldn't bear to return there and look upon his ruined body, grisly and torn apart where scavengers had picked at it and decay had taken its course. No, she preferred to remember him as the vibrant, sweet, lively, and somewhat dense kid that he'd been in their youth. She regretted that she hadn't been closer to him. Wasn't that how death was, though? We always take our loved ones for granted until they aren't there anymore.

Instead of going to Wild Berry Meadow, she came today to the great lake that bordered it (staying on the other side of it, well away from the woods of the Blackfeather pack), crossing the river at its shallower points to get to the scenic stretch near the mountains. She could see the meadows in the distance where Nightjar rested, and her eyes lingered there as the chilly autumn wind stirred the water's surface and tousled her fur. With winter so near there were no flowers to be found, so she had plucked a sprig of evergreen on her way here. Lowering her head, she laid it on the lake and let it float away as the breeze pushed it on the water. Somehow, that was more fitting for her brother than flowers, anyway. Evergreen, so stubborn and resilient that it refused to succumb to the will of winter.