Big Salmon Lake kalugruak

It was two days, since Bronco's passing and the usually happy and cheerful home of Brecheliant wolves had gone silent. The atmosphere was heavy, the sadness overwhelming and palpable. Those affected the most were in shock and mourning, leaving the rest on the fringes uneasy and having difficult time to find their place.

Dwin belonged to the second group. For the most part she kept on doing, what she had all this time - tending to the kids, making sure that they did not starve or die and, when there was time, she patrolled the borders and combined it with the very necessary me-time. Still she would often stop at the borders and look in the distance with longing. Her heart wished to travel and yet it seemed that the fate kept bringing forward circumstances to prevent her from doing that. 

Time from time, however, she treated herself with short trips to nearby territories. Again - to tame her guilt for leaving, she convinced herself that checking out other hunting grounds was just as important as hunting inside the invisible fence. So this was, how she found herself near the lake. With every step she took away from Brecheliant, her spirit felt lighter and more whole. And for a moment there she decided to leave the weight of the world elsewhere and pretend herself to be as free as she had been, when she had first set out on an adventure. 

"Good day for fishing?" she asked cheerfully to a tall, white-furred stranger, who she came upon next to the lake. Out of interest she too, leaned down to sniff the Earth and then to peer in the water to see, if any fish were to offer itself to become her lunch. Then her gaze went back to the stranger and she waited for his response at a polite, but safe distance.