Emberwood Pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light

It was a strange time to be Olive. She continued on her travels, refusing to latch on to one area for too long before moving once more across the Teekons — onwards and upwards, always! There was something perceivably different about it though, and the sylph was self-aware and introspective enough to question it and try to prod at her own psyche for answers. It wasn’t discomfort per se, but it was a lightness in her heart and a queasiness in her stomach that not even her wayfarer’s feet could outrun. It was a sensation not entirely unfamiliar to the lamb.

It wasn’t long before ultimate understanding and certainty rushed to her.  

The fact that she was carrying a stranger’s children, surprisingly, did not throw Olive for a loop as it once might have done. Olive’s days of questioning the gods were over; had ended with the dissolution her and Dakarai’s marriage, so many moons again.  But this was something truly spectacular, to follow the holy scripture without imposition or a handsome lothario to distract her from her piety — and since she was truly following the divine path, as she has always meant to, there was no doubt from in her mind that these cubs were heaven-sent; of the gods! A part of the collective conscious that was sent to manifest upon the earth, in physical creation, to fulfill some purpose that she would help them realize. Oh, the good these children would do! The souls they would heal, and the balance they would bring to the world! All of wolfkind would be better because of their existence, and the woman was all too happy to act as their host.

A wolfess moved about within the forest. Interested in making an acquaintance, Olive approached with gaze bright and step, high. “Hail,” she spoke, silken banner making low, wide sweep between her hocks.