Totoka River we grew under a bad sun

Though now rested, Wallflower was in no shape to travel or fight. To think this group of wolves had taken her in despite her having no purpose anymore was baffling to say the least. She was eternally grateful, especially to the dark male with his friendly eyes. And the gray male, of course. If she hadn't already, she would swear to serve them until they no longer wanted her.

The loss of her former commander still haunted her. Even today she had had a nightmare about the gruesome last battle where he had died in action. The washed out wounds itched as they healed, or so she thought, and the burned patches on her were shedding and that wasn't very pleasant either, but she endured it for the sake of her new commander. They probably wanted her healthy and in a good enough shape to help them, and so she would do anything in her power to heal up as quickly as possible.

She had barely slept at all, yet somehow had enough energy to follow the river a bit to where she had come from. The familiar sight of the bleak coast reminded her of nothing, only the sea-green of the sea made her think of William. His eyes had been similar. Her cracked paws carried her further along the river. The snow felt good on her wounded feet. She stopped to drink some water, eyes open and swiveling from left to right. Though no one had showed aggression to her yet, it could always be the quiet before the storm.