Duskfire Glacier [m] good taste is for people who can't afford sapphires

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Lane had been a traveler her whole life, and so she was familiar with the itchy feeling in her paws that meant it was time to move on. She hadn’t intended to impose on the Glacier wolves’ hospitality for so long. She had enjoyed Iana’s company as well as that of the other resident caregivers. There was still more to learn, and Lane would be back soon to continue where she and Iana had left off. The professional connections she’d made here were important to her, and Iana’s friendship even moreso.

Yes, itchy paws were normal. But an itchy tail—more specifically, the underside of her tail—now that was new for Lane. Maybe itch wasn’t the right word for it exactly. Whatever it was, it made Lane want to move. Walk. Run. Pace. Straight lines, circles, it didn’t matter, as long as she was moving. Giddy energy swirled in her stomach, propelling her forward with purposeful strides. She sought out @Wintersbane, intending to inform him of her departure and thank him for his hospitality.  

Perhaps she would offer to carry a message to Moonglow for him, if he so desired. 

Moonglow. Huh. Lane hadn’t quite realized how much she wanted to get back to Moonglow—not until the thought voiced itself, almost intrusively so. In all honesty though, the image of Moonglow that popped into her head wasn’t of the territory itself, so much as the wolves that inhabited it. Okay, it was actually just one wolf who came to mind, mostly…

Zane. You know, her fiancé in Moonglow. Did he still want to do that whole marriage thing?  She should ask. She was feeling a lot keener on the idea today, weirdly enough. Would he hold it against her that she’d kind of just run off without saying goodbye? She hoped not. If he was still sore about it, Lane could think of a few ways to make it up to him….