Felltree Marsh the guardian lives in her leaves

It was always only a matter of time, in any new place that Olive may find herself, before she became insanely comfortable — more comfortable than she had any right to be, given her new responsibilities and duties to the pack, most of which much be upheld lest her luck spoil and her comfort turn distinctly uncomfortable. No, no one wanted that, so the pale sylph found herself striking a balance between relaxation and duty that pleased herself and pleased the children and pleased the seraphim, so everyone was happy and all was content.

Still, winter was coming and there were families to consider. Caches had to be stocked and underground caverns needed to be charted — the wolves of elysium needed to make the most of whatever light the sun might offer them, though daylit hours were waning fast. Not everyone’s craft was performed best at night, like Olive’s penchant for astronomy, so Olive did her best to give a hand where ever it was needed, but she was now a poor navigator and a hunter, worse yet! Most of the time, the shakti women found herself watching the kids and aiding in their education of the world. It’s where she felt most comfortable, anyways. That was her balance.

Today, for the first time in a long time, Olive left the sanctity of the hushed willows in the pursuit of this balance. She and Eleuthera and [insert any other kids who want to join] departed that day to poke their nose in the surrounding territories — not for any official purposes but rather to entertain their sweet little minds, for the lands just surrounding their claimed lands had previously been scouted and deemed safe to entertain childish curiosities. Olive supposed it was proper for cubs their age — and growing larger still, day by day — to explore outside of their home, but this was far from their first time out of the house. It was just another day in the life, the most amazing life possible, and as Olive laid amongst the brown autumn grasses and watched her clutch of chicks peck about, she could not help but hope that things might stay this way for an eternity.

Unfortunately though, Olive knew by now that things like these never did; rather, they lasted mere moments so that the inevitable dark might help one appreciate the light.