Moonspear and the blue dreams keep on calling me

Truthfully, she wasn’t up to much. Vega had always been the kind of wolf to ride the middle of the line. While she was ambitious, she lacked motivation or direction. Now that she was a little older, it was starting to frustrate her. How little she knew. How much else there was.

She was doing little else than walking when her father found her. She heard him approach from behind and slowed so he could match her pace. Hello, Dad, she greets with a swish of her tail, what are you doing today?