Emberwood many the miles

Placeholder post for Koi. ♥ Feel free to wake her! Please tag if you do.

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The spindly little wolfdog lay on her back, looking up with drowsy cerulean eyes at a brilliant yellow canopy of dancing leaves. It was the first time she’d seen an aspen grove, and the symphony of trembling foliage reminded her of the Labyrinth. Sometimes the quaking leaves sounded like a cheerfully burbling brook — but when the wind rolled through, causing the pale grove to shimmy and sway, it hushed and shushed like the waves that kissed Wheeling Gull Isle’s shores. The idyllic atmosphere acted as a soporific for the tuft-eared seven-month-old, and in no time at all, her seabright eyes drifted closed and her breathing grew slow and even with sleep.