Nova Peak If you must mourn, my love, mourn with the moon and the stars up above

Wylla remained giddy with each day spent upon the peak, and found she had ample energy to burn establishing their claim and maintaining their borders. By now, their perimeter had a healthy collection of scent markings and it would be impossible for passersby to overlook their presence. At early dawn, she departed for the northern border, but found she was satisfied with the strength of the markings there. After a very quick and short patrol that carried her to a dreary, drizzly sunrise, Wylla abandoned the borders to traverse the territory proper.

Although her meandering path from regrowth to old pine forest to rocky ridges seemed aimless, she actually had a destination in mind. They hadn't established a pack rendezvous yet, so she couldn't be certain where @Phaedra was and therefore she wandered, but between her teeth she gently clutched a stem of fireweed. A peace offering, she supposed, but she held it out in front of her as though she thought the pretty violet blossoms would summon her reserved daughter from wherever she hid on the mountain.