Kintla Flatlands ₐｗₒₒₒₒₒ!

A long life had been lived by Star. Here in the mountainside, she rested in a cave, sickly simply with the problems of old age. She recently turned ten and could not be more greatful. Once, she had dreamed of dying a noble death in battle, defending a leader worth laying down her life for. Once, she had been told this was the best way to go. But now those dreams had long since faded, losing their grandeur as she grew older, and then, even their possibility, as her joints became too weak to continue going into battle, though she always appreciated how long she put in the work- the exercise had kept her quite healthy, for a time. 

Though she had never spent years on end in one place alone, she still was thankful for every place she had spent time in. Star was proud of everything she had made in each place- at Swiftcurrent Creek, she had come into the beginnings of her adulthood away from her original family and under Scimitar's rule, despite the trouble of being kidnapped during that time. She still bore the spiral scar of her torture there, and the memories remained, but all the wolves who had trapped her in those tunnels were long since gone. She had roamed in and out of the region, finding homes outside the Teekon too, and then coming back eventually, for Courtfall under the lady Andraste, and then Sagtannet under Mahler. There, with Howl, she had mothered her first litter, Marble and Calcifer, her beloveds. 

Now, she rested as one of her younger children looked after her. When music struck the air, her ears perked and her gaze shifted towards the view from the cave. All the wolves out there, most younger than herself. She wished to join them, but she knew she held little use to them now. Luckily she had children who cared enough to tend to her needs. Regardless of whether she belonged among them, though, Star joined the tradition as old as time, lifting her voice in with the rest. She nudged her caretaker child, urging them to join too. They sang together. Star was filled with a great peace and harmony, and felt a sense of togetherness she had not felt since her last time in a pack.

That evening, her sleep was smooth and easy. She dreamed of all her favorite memories and the beloved friends and family she had made over time. She dreamed of hunting buffalo in open plains, and of sailing over the mountaintops she had always chosen to call home. By the morning, her body had grown still and lost its prior warmth. Her offspring mourned, but the sadness didn't devour them whole, as the passing had been so peaceful, and followed a long and fulfilling existence. They gently carried her small and frail white body to the base of the Sunspire, where she was lovingly buried facing Swiftcurrent Creek. And that night, when they looked into the tapestry of lights above the land, a new star seemed to join the rest in the vast sky above.