Moonspear a white flame sunrise

Haedwig didn’t mind the quiet. Treepie supposed that tracked; she hadn’t struck the yearling as the most social of creatures. She nodded her head and smiled, falling into step when the elder wolf asked—ordered, rather—her to come along and fetch a meal. Pie didn’t mind accompanying her in the least.

Not particularly? she confessed with a light puff of laughter. I’ve been spending too much time inside my own head. It’s not a bad place to be lately, she was quick to say, lips twitching, but the real world’s still better. Pie chuckled. And you? What’s been going on in your world?