Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

It had been years and years since she'd come here. Easy remembered it, though. She stood before the den where she'd been born, where the lavender that her parents had planted now grew thick and wild all over the hill. Almost eclipsing the entrance. The smell of it brought her back to her childhood, and she thought about her siblings, older and younger. Her littermates.

"Right in there," she told her youngest sons, who had taken a break from their own nascent adventuring to accompany their old mom on a longer voyage. "You can explore, if you want. I'm going to take a walk."

She left them to investigate and wandered off on her own, walking where she thought she remembered the old borders being. It all looked different, now. She supposed that she did, too.

Easy tipped back her head and howled, wondering if other packs still remained in the area, or if there were any passing through. From somewhere behind her, her sons howled back — but quickly and quietly, obviously still wrapped up in their own young business.

The blackbear smiled to herself, wistful and glad all at once.