Moonspear make it last before we die

The triplet had been keeping to herself for the past few weeks, a particular sort of apathy sinking deep into her bones and keeping her tied to the mountain, save for the rare times she accompanied her sisters on hunts and reconnaissances. Not that she minded really, as she was sure the pack didn't either — she was their only healer after all. She was needed, especially now with the latest litter finding their legs and making their way out into the world. The weather hadn't helped either, the dreary skies and relentless showers reflecting her lethargic mood.

Yet the rain didn't seem to stop the others. As the Ostrega lazily prowled the mountainside, her blue eyes focused on a dark blur that suddenly raced out from the shelter of the trees and streaked across one of the fields found upon Moonspear. She quickly recognised the form as Jarilo and wondered what her energetic brother was up to. Chasing something? Someone? She hesitated under the cover of the trees for a moment before deciding to embrace the younger boy's reckless abandon; her fur would always dry. And Alya was wonderful at setting their coats back to its usual pristine state.

Silently, she took off after her brother, noting the muddy ground underfoot with a sly smile.