Whitefish River Visvi

Today was a beautiful day to lay by the river with a liver-colored paw dipped in the fast moving waters. Losi snoozed there on and off, her bright amber eyes half-lidded, heavy with a recent sleep. She yawned, deeply, before removing herself from the edge, licking her paw free of excess water. Thankfully, the Wild’s winter had abated, she need not worry of potential frost bite. 

Spring was her favorite time of year. Her unitsi, her mother, would bring Losi and her sisters, Elohi and Ama, to the center of their pack lands: a valley filled with roses and beautiful wild flowers. They would sit on their favorite rock that jutted from the rock walls surrounding the Valley, warmed by the overhead sun, to watch life take its first breath of the day. To this day, Losi did not know how their unitsi knew the perfect time to take her children, to watch the fauna and flora of the Valley wake from slumber, but she did and it was a site to behold.

Here, she was alone; not wholly alone, for she did have Tawodi, her red-hawk companion, but he was out hunting for the time being and would return when he was finished. Shaking herself free of any debris collected, she sent a howl for him, one word woven into the notes: uyvtlv. North. He would understand that she moved north up the river and find her. He always did.

Something called for her to keep moving.