Tuktu Hinterlands Resonance

Hoping for everyone to join in on a big ole howl to commemorate our Tuktu power-annex! ;)

@Quixote @Towhee @Finley @Elwood @Tegan @Niamh @Phox @Clover @Cinder @Camilla @Rye Black @Kite @Vasa @Owen

@Sequoia @Kiwi @Eljay @Wraen @Tulimaq @Colt @Finbar @Maia @Corinna

It would be a long time before Wildfire felt properly happy again. But when she woke to another day of clear skies and blazing winter sunshine, she couldn't help but feel a little more hopeful than the day before. She uncurled from her makeshift nest near the copse's western edge, beginning a tireless march around the borders. She helped herself to some breakfast on the way. By the time Wildfire returned to the point where she'd started, she felt more invigorated than she had in several days.

Stepping over the invisible (to the eye, if not the nose) boundaries, she moseyed into the neutral territory between the plateau and the copse. She swallowed a lump in her throat as she crossed one icy stream, then another. Grouse Thicket now sprawled off to her right, the frozen bog to her left. Wildfire drew in a breath of air so frosty, it made her lungs burn.

Tossing her head back suddenly, she howled as mightily as she could (which wasn't very), trying to reach all the Redhawks' ears as well as her Firebirds. It was at once celebratory and mournful as she recognized the packs' mutual loss. Hopefully others would join the song and remind everyone listening—including those outside the stalwart sisterhood—of the force present in the hinterlands.