Firefly Glen vuulnax ❦

Toad was staring at the water. As she had spoken, she had not noticed the discomfort in Vuulnax; the chocolate wolf was off in her own little world. Strangely, a faint smile had overtaken her features. She was thinking of the pleasant nature of false memory. Though she'd never met her vixen sister, it pleased her to think that others had allowed her to live on. That Toad had knowledge of the dead at all was itself a small miracle.

If I...ask her? Toad looked at the woman, puzzled. How? While Toad was not a terribly spiritual animal, she was also fantastically naive in many ways. She didn't know where wolves went when they died.

The moon calmly watched them from beyond, pouring a pleasant blue light onto the surface of the pool. It helped the young woman to glow, her white coat like starlight. Toad watched her, ears perked, waiting, hoping.