Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Wildfire didn't know the name of this place, though she might have found it fitting, considering she bedded down for the night between two small, rocky outcroppings. She slept like the dead, the long days of endless wandering leaving her exhausted in a not entirely unpleasant way. When the morning sun roused her, she pushed herself to her feet with a great yawn, then took her time stretching. It was chilly, dew clinging to her red fur. She licked it away, then blinked the sleep from her eyes as she waited for the usual morning homesickness—she missed everything and everyone from Moonspear particularly badly first thing upon waking—to pass.

When she finally quelled her emotions, Wildfire began to meander across the field, idly searching for something for breakfast. Slowly, the sun began to warm the air. Birdsong caused her ears to twitch and a fresh breeze combed through her soft red fur. The pain of her losses still echoed somewhere deep inside her, yet she took a deep breath and felt her optimism growing a little. Today might be one of the days where she could more fully embrace her new, nomadic lifestyle.