Silverlight Terrace Bella Note

With the birth of her three siblings, Thyra had begun to busy herself both with hunting, but also with branching out from the Keep, in search of potential recruits. She knew that Greyfalcon searched also, and while the small pack was quite close-knit and functional, she worried that when winter came, it might prove to be more difficult then what they could handle. The children were born mere weeks ago- and would still be puppyish when the flowers bloomed again in the Spring. Late children were a blessing- but they would find winter a challenge. 

She adventured further inland, with the hopes of finding some wolves wandering closer to the mountain range. Her own home was set in craggy cliffs, anyway- so wolves who were drawn to the range would likely be a good fit. She hummed to herself quietly, a mere whisper of a folk tune that had been passed down for generations, though her voice trailed off when she caught the scent of another wolf in the area. 

In the moonlight, the field was silver, and the swaying grasses made it look almost like the surface of a lake. She could not see the wolf who had chosen to lay in the grasses all the way across the Terrace, but she could smell her nearby. The wind rose and with it, her spirits, like an answered prayer. 

In the moonlight, she danced and twirled, following the breeze as it guided her along.