Little Goat Mountain It's grander than fiction, the life that we lead.

The old mother had settled here a number of days now, taking the time after traveling to these lands to try and regain her energy that had so much been lost to her. She was nearly six and a half, after all, and though she had no intention of dying off just yet, knew she was no where near as fit and swift as she once was, nor as was the majority of the group she had come looking for. 

Odessa often slept, doing so when the rains were heavy which was most of the times. When it eased, she would look for something to eat in the same manner surely foraging animals would. She had caught small game and had been lucky enough to eat from those which had drowned. She was now regaining herself and soon she would be on the move again.  

Luckily, it seemed, she would not have to do so alone. Moving along the easy, green sloping mountains, she spotted a familiar brown wolf, very familiar. Célnes, beautiful girl! My am I happy to see you! She called out as she made quick steps into her direction.