Hoshor Plains aniuvak ⦱

Vairë bundled her children from the camp in teasing snaps and smiles, passing them off to Chickadee when she passed her with a grateful nod. She slung a bundle up onto her narrow shoulders, forcing herself to handle the weight.

Her eyes twisted, alighting on Moonsong’s camp for a second, before shaking herself and padding after the column of wolves moving back to the spine. Her tail curved over her haunches, her footsteps dancing as she moved to stand beside Valiant, walk at his side for a moment of conversation.

Winter cold nipped at her ankles, reminding her that the season, her season, could not be ignored. Soon it would come. But for now, she pushed it off.

Home waited.