Emberwood cuncti simus

witch spent most of her days in druid's shadow, but she didn't mind— responsibility wasn't really her thing, and she'd much rather chase tales to tell than tails of other wolves. patrolling with druid was perfect for that; she could take in the sights and experiences, but if she wandered off for a beat or two to chase butterflies, her sister kept purpose.

today, in the blustering wind, witch couldn't help but chase every smell, every leaf from last autumn that waited throughout winter for now to fall. but she was stolen away from her games and daydreams when a gust informed her that druid was no longer the only wolf ahead. with a rare focus, witch followed the scent and then physical trail left by her sister.

she crouched at druid's side after a nudge to her flank— i'm here— and set her chartreuse eyes upon the clearing.