Blacktail Deer Plateau sunrise drink it fresh

The dark she wolf woke as dawn christened the night time with her pearls and pinks. She stretched out large limber limbs and stood still for a moment studying the male and the female that shared her den. She stepped around them gently hoping not to disturb them and she stood outside the den mouth, letting the sunrise sluice down upon her obsidian shoulders making them glitter and glow in the early light. She watched the new sunrise, optimism ever brewing in her gentle heart. It was no lie that there seemed to be almost virtually no hope for the recovery of Atticus among most of the members. But she however refused to give into sorrow and pity, refusing to believe that this was so. If there was no hope, he would not be able to chew his food, or walk around. She had no doubt that given time and tender care he would recover and prosper and she’d be right there waiting. Though the offer of Lasher lay on the back of her mind. It had been kind of him, and she perhaps would take him up on it, if it were too late, or something. Though he had given it before Peregrine and fox had come out to share their triad so now she wasn’t even sure if it was still viable. She shook her head and just took in the morning air, content at the moment.