Wapun Meadow How many day's have passed like this?

She, too, had taken refuge in the best shelter she could, having been caught in the rain in the meadow. Lilitu emerged, shaking the damp from her coat and moving along. She ought to return home, even though she didn't want to. 

Akavir wanted to fight on. There was nothing to fight, but she'd honor her father's wishes—as long as she could.

These pessimistic thoughts dissipated at the sight of a gorgeous wolf traipsing through the flowers. Lilitu watched her with a slightly slack-jawed expression, admiring her beauty, before moving forward, chuffing loudly to make sure she didn't startle the girl.

She wondered if this was what she looked like, once upon a time. Before, you know, life and strife and bear had happened.