Dragoncrest Cliffs i would much prefer to see the lovely

the call sends an unexpected lump rising in her throat—

had her mother called for her this way?

Avicus lingers at the periphery, only approaching when the mournful song faded away. she breaks into a slow, ambling trot across the sand, tattered tongue lolling. 

it is far too hot, and has been for some time. she feels some sympathy for the wolves with thicker coats and heavier bodies than hers; they must truly be suffering.

she chuffs at the woman, falling into step beside her. a silent patrol partner, never offering the first word.