Dawnlark Plains Prismacolor

She wouldn’t say it despite it’s absence echoing in a way that seemed audible.  It isn’t enough.. The pack was more than the two of them, and until she proved it to the others, she could only be grateful to know at least one believed it to be true.  She saw a leader in Masquerade as well, but not for the reasons they had spoken.  They cared; it was enough.

This was her home.  We are her legacy.  She looked at Masque directly, heartfelt.  It did not matter how the others saw them, who led or who dispersed.  They would carry her with them always and remember the lessons they had been taught.  She lived on in them and no one could take that, even if they took everything else.