Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

So many mingled around her, and in the middle of it all Vairë kept her eyes on her children. At least they were occupied for now, but when she left for the hunt, she wouldn’t put it past Salasartok to try and join in.

Maybe she should warn her mother.

A voice rose above the din and she turned to find a grey clad figure, thankfully not her sister’s paramour. Vairë twisted to face him, her tail wagging at the sight of his face.

Valiant! She pressed through the crowd to get to his shade, eyes dancing with happiness.

No, never! There are more packs here than I have ever seen! She pressed her shoulder to his when she turned, needing a bit of a buffer from the crowd.

It makes me glad my children are occupied. Who knows what would happen otherwise!