Hushed Willows nunca me acuerdo de olvidarte

Birth was a sign of new beginnings, something that dying packs rarely saw. The sanctuary must have been thriving, Dulce figured; it was nice to come across a community such as this, without the bounds of traditionalism. Having seen and noted Olive's invitation into the territory, she took a few cautious steps forward before bringing herself to a halt. Whether allowed or not, it felt wrong to walk into lands that weren't hers. Dulce bit anxiously at the inside of her cheek and trotted back to where she originally stood, giving both Lily and Olive an apologetic gaze.

Maybe I will come back, she laughed, not wanting to offend either one by her hesitance. For now, I go. As she moved further away from the blanchard and raven standing at the border, Dulce turned and nodded her goodbye, giving a conclusive wave of her tail.