Duck Lake its going to heal, but it ain't going away

The petite grayscale girl padded across the dead leaves, the occasionally crunch steady across her feet. Noctisardor numbers were slowly dying out, and she was set out for some possible recruits, though what she was mainly aiming to do was to hunt.

She would bring back a good meal for herself and her packmates. Perhaps she should have asked Flash to join her, but again he had his own duties for himself.

A great big lake, though half-frozen, came into view. The trees were barren and were void of its leaves, and Crëyr was surprised at how much she felt she missed the greenery. The vivid, colorful flowers, the small, round dewdrops atop each and every speckled leaf.

It wasn't long before she spotted the wolf opposite her body, also moving towards the lake. She wasn't sure whether or not did this male want any company, but taking her chances, she began to move towards him, a greeting forming shortly on her tongue.