Deepwood Weald Can you feel the love tonight

Leaving the Sentinels had been more difficult than she anticipated. She already missed the towering trees and the soft hush of green that wrapped around her like a second skin. She'd be home soon, she reminded herself, over and over, like a mantra against the ache of absence.

When she finally came upon what she believed to be Moonglow’s borders, Kirain slowed, nose low to the ground. She sniffed carefully, ensuring she remained just outside the territorial line—she didn’t want to spark the same kind of reaction Solenya had encountered.

Still, nerves gnawed at her.

She had never before called for an audience with a pack, and the unfamiliarity of it made her limbs feel stiff and foreign. Her paws flexed anxiously against the earth. But she had made a promise to Solenya. She had traveled this far with lilies and lupine in tow, and she would see it through.

Just… not quite yet.

She paused, drawing a long, steadying breath into her lungs, willing her heart to slow. Then, lifting her head, she turned her muzzle to the sky and let out a singular, clear howl—hoping it would reach @Rodyn