Honeyed Pasture [m] epipremnum aureum

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She was slower now, but hopefully wiser now in her golden years. At seven, she had lived many lives with many different wolves in many different places. Her time had been spent listen rather than talking, following rather than leading. But it was in this area where she had gotten her start. Not this grassy pasture specifically, but she could smell the coast and remembered its curves.

Nostalgia struck her strongly. She thought of her first love, Summer, and how things had gone from there. She had had another after him, a sweet caring man who had been with her through years before he had left this realm for another. His passing had been peaceful, but she still missed him even nearly a year later.

And now, she felt the familiar tingle of spring in her step. She had never had children, even thought herself incapable of doing so after trying many times over the years, but that had never stopped her before, and it did not stop her today.

A lonely crooning howl called for company.