Blacktail Deer Plateau Angels watch me

Blue Willow woke with a cough as she expelled the dry air from her throat from the Autumn's changing weather. She shifted and stretched out her long limbs, her maw split wide to show pink tongue in a yawn. She shook her fur and bounded out of the den. She had been spending time with those who were her friends. Lasher had made himself available for whatever capacity she needed. He would make a good father. She hoped she was up to snuff with her own mothering. To say she was scared and excited would be an understatement, she was terrified and ecstatic. It would be a falsification though to say she wasn't worried what someone would or could say to her. In truth it hadn't been long since Atticus was gone, well he had been gone for a couple weeks, it had just taken her a little longer to figure it out. But it was not because she loved him any less. She loved that man with every breath in her body, but he was gone. Disappeared and all that had been seen of him was scattered fur and scratches on the cliff tops. She sighed and began a small jog towards the borders.

She would do some patrolling then maybe some hunting. After all the caches needed to be filled for her family. It was strange this feeling of continuing on, while most of her family was spread off on the four winds. Her mother was gone, her father was gone. Her brothers she had no clue where they were anymore. Peregrine was gone to the Caldera, Atticus had disappeared....she had Osprey and Lasher and Dante and Peregrine's children. But it was not the same, yet it felt the same. It was a strange feeling of being adrift.