Greatwater Lake thirty-fifth

yea forgive me too, have been busy.

racharra followed miho's trail, avoiding the squabble of the older wolves and hoping her sister would help with easing her worries until her nose once again caught wind of the familiar scent; the distant but forever indistinguishable scent of her mother.

the dark cub stood at a distance once her sight caught that of the woman. her little tail wagged, but she remained put. while it was undeniably the woman who gave life to her, it was different in a way too. unfamiliar. racharra stood silently, unsure of how to approach zharille.