Blacktail Deer Plateau where was i when the rockets came to life.

Blue walked through the entire pack territory looking for new faces she hadn’t met fully yet. She took her duties and responsibilities very seriously especially now that Peregrine was currently indisposed with grief and a broken leg. She missed seeing him zipping around, and she knew it would be some time before she saw the zest and pep back in his walk, if ever. She had to come to the realization that it very well may never happen, sometimes such a thing that rocked your core, you couldn’t recover from.

There was rain in the air, and it made Blue sleepy. Today would be a good day to just have a circle of wolves sitting around, merely listening to stories to pass the time. A lazy day, her father would call it, and she wanted to be lazy, oh she wanted it so bad she could almost taste it.

As she walked she came upon a willow, from which her name derived and came upon a new face. She chuffed gently to the wolf that lay still on the rock that jutted, and she had to smile, such a perch that was. Lucky for the femme she had found it, lucky indeed.