Thunder Dome The Tale of the White Wolf..

@Shard 

Sirris nods her head upon hearing the alfa Meylodi's words. The wolf thought it best to express her thoughts in that moment, a gentle flick of her tail may have brought a soft wolfish grin to her maw - a welcoming gesture at that. "This one believes Sirris is best at healing wolves. In my pack before coming to these lands - Such a talent was needed, to learn to heal wounds given to lower whelps by the higher authorrity. Wolves of this ones status. Her rank of warrior was not respected well enough. Harsh punishments werre common, even when a wolf had done nothing - This scar across Sirris' face.. the alphess gave to Sirris for merely halting her duties for a quite lapping at the rivers water.." She understood the harsh reality of the pack previous - that not all within this world was good. She had lived a harsh and cruel life. Though with it came wisdom and understanding of the world around her. She had forgiven those who had harmed her, but that did not mean the scares of the past went away. 

Sirris appreciated that the alfa female would listen to her tale in such respect. She didn't interrupt her once as the white fae told the tale of her life before coming to these strange lands. She had yet to take a mate, continue her bloodline - She was the last of her family, she was the last of the living within her family tree. She had no pups, nor siblings left to continue her bloodline. For it was only her who still remained. Her father would have wanted her ton continue their bloodline - without a family Sirris thought she was better off joining her ancestors within the star filled sky. Meylodi's words would cause the Arctic Wolfs ears to perk, the white female listening closely to what the alfa female had to say. Sirris would offer a wolfish grin once more, opening her mouth to speak. 

"Your words have reached this ones ears, Sirris agrrees with Meylodi's statement. Scars tell tale of the experience we gained from life - the wisdom one may have gained from their plight. A wolf once told me that scars tell but a tale, they are the markings of the past, a memory a wolf would carry on for as long as they live. Even when this wolf is gone the scars will be seen as a trriumph, a victory to be honoured by the pack. Scars are like the many stars within the sky." The white wolf would say, looking up into the sky as she mentioned the stars, her mind drifting to the dark wolf of memory. The one she called her first love - "My love told Sirris that these scars shine bright with the memories of our challenges, the lessons we have learnt from our losses or our victories. There is no shame in scars for these scars are a reminder of our survival - they are a reminder that we are strong, we will live through many challenges that we face in the world - "

Her eye would close, her grey orbs almost watering at the thought of her dark hunter, the love she held poured into the air like smoke, being set free upon the air. It was in this moment that her heart would be set free, welcomed by the reminder that she will always hold fond memories, there should be no fear in moving forward in life - For now a new life would start, in these lands she will be of a new pack and a new home soon enough. She could now start a new life here, she no longer needed to worry for the demons of her past. She has let go of her worries.