Whitebark Stream the stars, the moon, they have all been blown out

every day she found some moment to be reminded of her gratitude for Artyom's steadfast presence in her life. here was a family whole and loved, a mate and father that each day minded not only his family, but also the pack as a whole. she did not know what she would do without him, especially now that the pups were growing more mobile, and apt at finding trouble for themselves. as the evening dimmed, she had set herself on the trail of her rabbit-boned daughter, who'd vanished on some new adventure. she was an irritating echo of herself at that age, and she was beginning to understand her father's frustration with herself and her brother, all those years ago, with new clarity. she paused a moment as she thought of him, content that now his memory lived in the tales she told her children. 

"juniper!" she called, tone clipped and short. tail twitched; the girl was close, but either totally engrossed in some adventure or purposefully hiding. she huffed, scanning the treeline a moment before moving on, remembering a moment later that she ought to be scanning the lower branches of the trees as well as the ground below. gods, what an annoying whelp she'd been.