Ouroboros Spine One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined

@Nantahala <3!

There existed an ever present itch in Lightfoot’s pawpads. Later in life, she would learn this was called wanderlust, and she had inherited it from her mother.

The other girls learned skins, learned all the womanly things grandmother thought necessary. But for her, she was to be found everywhere she wasn’t supposed to be and then some. She learned, oh did she. But mostly, Lightfoot kept a schedule of wandering. Frequently, she could be found harrying small game. Or near Firemother, watching the leaves with big eyes. On more than one occasion, she had been found deep in the repose, trying to yank a young tree out of the ground.

She was boyish, unable to be satisfied by anything or anyone, and with her mother out of commission, she ranged farther afield. Even now, she lay flat on a rock in view of the borders, her chin square against its surface, staring. 

Do you ever think about what’s out there? She asked the approaching footsteps, though she made no effort to turn and look at who approached.