Hideaway Strath the red string of fate pulls me back

Leigh had not expected to come across the familiar white wolf so soon, but she was nonetheless joyful to see the face of a friend. The woman's eyes scanned over the much larger form and although Nyra was noticeably pregnant, she looked well.

A warm smile spread across her features, cheeks uplifted and eyes filled with a genuine shine. She wondered if any others were still around the area, or if everyone had dispersed. Leigh missed the pack dearly, despite its troubles, and hoped that at least one other friendly face would greet her alongside Nyra.

"Indeed it is. I'm still alive and kicking."