Larksong Grotto XL

Her joyous laughter peaked like bells. The insects rose in a whirling cloud above them, dancing amongst themselves as they whirred on the rising air. 

She lost track of her grief, at least for a few moments. She forgot judgement and betrayal, and in the presence of one of very few wolves, she became her inner child. 

It was soothing, healing. When they parted ways, it was with happy smiles and soft, private laughter.