Porcupine Ridge x ilukutak

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Eleuthera, too, was struck by this man but for nearly the opposite reasons — the man was large, burly, and with a thick alabaster coat that was well suited for the upcoming season. Eleuthera knew a northern wolf when she saw one, and not only because the stranger’s distance pelage was an outright giveaway, but she had been to the north, she and Séamus, and though they didn’t spend a long time there, it has been wondrous. Eleuthera herself was ill-suited for the snows of the north, but she often wondered what would compel a wolf like that to head south, and seek warmer climes.

If Eleuthera had been in a state where she felt ownership over (or at least a resident within) the willows, she might have passed a thought about what he was doing so close to the willows, but as it stood, Eleuthera knew that the Court’s place amongst the willows was waning. What was worse, is that there was little she could do about it. She was a Faerie, but not a natural-born fae, and it seemed that it was time those who were trueborn moved on. But Eleuthera was a seraph, with a soul-tie to the willows, and even if she could not protect it alone, she could never truly leave it. 

“We might find that flying has its own sense of fun,” the lilac shewolf blinked, her eyes kind and sincere. “with its own sights.” She was entirely certain that the birds likely said the same thing about wolves, stuck upon the earth and subject to gravity’s forces. “The truth of that, though, I suppose we’ll never know.” She shrugged halfheartedly, seemingly content with this. 

“Who are you?”