Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

Inkeri was not content, not anymore. Once upon a time, she would have said, she was content to live her life the way she was, but now. Now. Well things changed, wolves left, wolves hurt you.

She followed his paws and studied the trees. Aquamarine eyes going to each one. A tilt to her head as she thought of what he said. There was more to this question she knew. So she wanted to be sure to answer honestly.

Those ones are lonely, but beautiful. And they hide many things beneath them. Come spring they will be home to other creatures, and small little buds will grow out of them. Hopeful. Hopeful.

She studied the trees around them. These ones are small, and yet sturdy. Using each other to keep themselves up. Up.

What do you see? See?