King Elk Forest Try as she might, not a drop will she get

The King sat in the Little Garden, as fall had hit, what was once beautiful wisteria tree's, the petals slowly were on the ground, and stripped away from the tree. Very few was left, and gave the hint to the Kingslend Wolves of what would be for next spring, but sadly they had arrived to late, to truly see it's beauty. The trees were willowed down to soon barness, as winter was coming.

Célnes laid with her paws in front, as she peacefully leaned against one of the trees. She could only dream, what they would look in spring.