Verdigris Ravine ~Great spirits, of all who lived~

Company found her, in the form of a fellow Tribe Kin. It was Brac, one of candles pups. He had a spindly, yet lithe figure, like that of willow cloaked in reds and charcoals.

He seemed quiet, and contemplating. A gaze reminiscent of the owls that frequented the dry trees. 

“Brac, this one is glad to see you,” She greeted in return to the boy, “stars in an endless deep sky.” There were too many to count, “they shine bright, like tiny white pearls.”