Blacktail Deer Plateau now the vale of those who mourn

Forward dated 4 days with permission from Cm's of course :)

Blue Willow had woken in the morning with her own crisp smell upon the air and she had embraced it both with fear and anticipation. She was a little worried about this to say the least, having never been kissed so to speak this was a huge step she was taking. She did however, trust that Lasher would be kind with her, and she hoped to god he would not laugh at her trepidation. However, she imagined that her instincts would win out and take over eventually, or so she hoped.

She had gone about her duties, staying far away from any and all males within the vicinity, though she was certain they knew she was near. It was an instinctive thing, so it was known. It was with hesitation she stepped from her den into the darkness and it's shadows. It was with trepidation, and a little bit of excitement that she stepped towards her waiting friend. What was she to do? What if she made a wrong movement? or what if he could not go through with it? She knew he had seen Peregrine recently, had smelled her best friend on the wind, mixed with Lasher. It was with wide open eyes that Blue entered into this partnership of sorts, and it was without anger that she accepted the fact that Lasher would always love her friend, and she was certain that he knew she would always love Atticus.

She made it to the clearing and looked around, for a moment she simply stood still with baited breath. Her green eyes wide with fear and wonder at the same time, after all there was truly a first time for everything.