Sun Mote Copse we are biding our time, for these myths to unwind

dream sequence! maybe @Wildfire ?

Weejay had slept little in the days following her dam's death. Her father was visibly distraught, and the overall melancholy of the pack had trickled down into her little heart, too. Not even the new digs brought her out of her stupefied grief; she ate with lackluster interest, played as if it were some cumbersome chore, and had an all around dull aspect to her that was most unusual.

Tonight she managed to sleep by curling up away from the others. Her slumber came slowly, gingerly -- but at length her eyelids shuttered closed, and her breath became even rather than muffled sobs. Soon the girl was drifting somewhere between reality and the nameless realm where the subconscious presided, and it was here Weejay walked tentatively.

Ahead of her, the den spilled out into sunlight and was empty. At the foot of the grassy knoll where the den presided, Weejay saw a familiar shape basking in the scintilating sun, her fur glittering a coruscating orange... Blinking back confusion, she had only enough time to register it was Wildfire before her limbs were carrying her towards Wildfire of their own accord. "MOMMY!" The little girl howled, joyous tears springing to her eyes as she flew ahead.