Greatwater Lake lost civilizations

7 weeks had passed, and just like her siblings, racharra had grown past the need for milk and hiding in the den. instead, she roamed outside. occasionally she'd use her sisters as pouncing practice for the day she too would be allowed to go on the hunting trips of the seniors. today wasn't that day however, so she stuck around the edges of camp to entertain herself with whatever caught her attention.

racharra had been gnawing on a bone when said attention had been stolen away by the older wolves suddenly gathering around. It wasn't until she'd caught wind of a familiar scent that racharra understood why. mother, she recognized. stubby legs carried her as racharra joined the group to confirm her suspicions. racharra could see miho receiving attention from the wolf, which only fueled this suspicion. her stocky body traversed through the crowd of older wolves to join her sister, and her gaze met the woman.

she could barely remember zharille physically; only the color of her coat and that sharp gaze. the cub had still been far too young at the time to sear her mother's appearance into her mind. but her scent was enough for racharra to confirm to the little pup that this was their mother, and the cub's tail wagged as she bounded up to the woman.