Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

She was further from home than ever before, though Treepie felt calm as she stood at the river’s edge. If she only glanced over her shoulder, she could see Moonspear looming in the distance. But she didn’t often seek out that comforting sight. She wanted to be strong and unafraid. She didn’t feel like either, though someone had once told her to “fake it until you make it.”

Pie crossed at a small river bend, the ice thick beneath her paws. Ahead, she saw only a snowy plain and nothing of note. Still, she moved onward, keen to travel as far as the foot of the Sunspire Mountains just for the sense of achievement it would give her.

Halfway across the open field, she spotted a pale figure. She halted and squinted, though it was hard to discern details from the distance, particularly as the stranger blended in with the backdrop. The yearling drew in a breath and resumed her slow and steady gait, barking to announce herself as she came closer to the unknown wolf.

Greetings!