Deepwood Weald ²tenn' enta lúme

CF’s second founding thread. @Agana ♡
​25th Sept. Other tags just for reference

Hísilómë—
the unpenned term comes to mind while the silver hums to an uncharted cradle-song of something sorrowful and greying and glamour’d with promise; when warble-soft words sift from shorn lips as she hunkers amongst a modest gathering of perennials.

So, earlier, when harvest had dawned misted and dewed, the stricken had charged the behemoth with taking to the other half of their hinters and marking his own way. ... Perhaps the shuddering of the earth would wring more of his bowels than of hers;
presently, it is only @Guildenstern and herself whom have taken to this cloaked place. And yet the silver wonders if @Sativa had wondered at her claim, had tread after her a-ways; but, she may have very well tended to her own adventures once more.

And there is something within the riddled she-wolf’s rubied head  (other than Hísilómë)  that understands that those who wish to arrive and pledge themselves will do so on their own time; that, as she parts from perennials and trails along the border, she must not become irksome in her awaiting.

Patience must be practiced now, more than ever before. But Hísilómë—
would her wolves find the weald fond of such dubbing?