Whitebark Stream winter's dance
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In recent days Dione had been a hunter, but today she would be a wanderer once more. She was long overdue for a walk further than neighbours of the bypass.

Curiosity brought her north-east, looking to investigate the scents of a pack in the valley. She didn't intend on getting too close, not while she was alone, instead staying close to the Whitebark Stream.

Much of her missed the Taiga already, and as close as the bypass was the idea of leaving what was familiar behind stung.

But, nothing was set in stone. She just wouldn't let Uktark know that.

She might not find a mate, might not get the pups she wanted, and in that case she would move on. She wasn't made to be a quiet follower who let her womb rot, a woman who catered to the legacies of others. She had never been soft enough for that.

Leaning down to lap at icy water, she stared ahead at open lands. It reminded her of an early home.
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winter's dance - by Dione - December 16, 2025, 08:00 PM