Blackbeak Bluff Upside down, but it was a good life

I've been eyeing this a couple days, I hope you also don't mind me ;_;

She couldn't believe who she was seeing.

Jasmine blinked, blinked again.

But the sun-touched wolf never disappeared. She lingered on the far fringe of her line of sight, visible and discernable. Hope pierced her heart like a fire, and the unruly child tore forward, unafraid.

"BRIDGET!!"

Her shout slapped the air like a raucous wave, her own voice always a mix of colours. Often muddied and indiscernible, but today, the brown stirrings dripping with the ones she had once felt in her old packmate's songs. They strummed like nearly forgotten chords. Bright sunlight flooding through trees. The dappling of the forest floor. Sunspots in the corners of her vision.

Jasmine prayed she would hear these things when the woman returned her call.