The Sunspire the world was on fire

She itched—the twitch of her skin from the discomfort eliciting low rumbling growls from the pale dove, her teeth seeking to ease the ache as she nibbled along the course of her fur. She was more irritable than usual—and because of this, chose to stride over the markings of her pack and skirt around nearby territories, her sharp howl revealing her whereabouts to those who would care.

Giving a sharp shake of her thick fur, Ketzia’s sharp gaze looked upward, her tail swinging delicately against muscled hind, arching every so often in a show of assertiveness, despite her lack of current companionship. The current peak she stood upon offered her quite the view of a valley below, and as the afternoon sun darted between drifting clouds, the Diaspora wolf found herself growing silent in her contemplations. Her unease with the coming season only further drawing thoughts from her past life, and a certain wolf who had perhaps held her attention longer than the others in those times.