Sun Mote Copse whispering her wishes to the threads

where the glade of tall spires and pale mist had seemed a place of spirits and the moon's power, this woodland was all aglow with gold. sunlight filled it to the brim, illuminating the particles in the air. the effect had a dizzying beauty to it.
but could this be a home to a pack? a safe and fruitful place? aside from its beauty, nothing stood out to antha as she wandered the forest. nothing called to her, or radiated the energy of a home. she would simply have to keep searching.