Sun Mote Copse You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you

Helloo Summerwalkers!

@Nasamiituuq @Forsythia @Odessia @A'yan

This is our celebratory howl (yay!) Feel free to have your wolf chime in and I'll archive at the end of the week.

The little pairing in the copse had grown greatly in past weeks, leaving Waawaashkeshi overjoyed. Maybe she did not have her family behind her anymore, not by blood, but she still had a family.

The Summerwalkers would live, and with time they would thrive. Her children would grow and one day she hoped to see generations surpass her. Generations of children who knew to follow the birds, generations who would know of her stories and keep them alive far past her time.

How could one not feel joy at such prospects?

Sat outside her whelping den, Waawaashkeshi lifted her head to howl to her new band of Summerwalkers. The songstresses, the healers, the young, the free, and the stubborn alike.