Moonspear Dawn's Early Light.

Mornings were easier for the red wolf. She found solace as the sun rose. She no longer missed her mother in the darkness of night.

The sun brought with it a new hope. A new shade of rose to dance and whisper along rocks and trees.

Bright green eyes watched with wonder as they always did as it rose. The sun looking down on a world half awake.

She stretched out delicate paws and legs. Shaking the morning dew from fire kissed fur. Paws of red and white danced along the Rick's as she pitter pattered towards dens. Fluffing furs, and pulling grass. Sweeping, cleaning. There was solace and belonging to her in the mundane.