Fox's Glade she is collecting pieces of the broken hearts

backdated to yesterday (june 20th), would love for someone to tell her what the summer solstice is!

memories adorned with bittersweet tendencies stroll with languid indifference throughout her mind as she lingers at the edge of the humming glade. the meadow sprawls before her, a coruscating carpet of sun kissed vibrance whilst the breeze twirling above it carries the pleasing scents of flowering life towards the dove as she leaned back against the firm trunk standing sentry with its comrades around the nestled clearing behind her. she blinks ruefully to the dapples prancing across her paws with the rustle of the verdant canopy above, remembering regarding this very feat in what could be this exact spot all that time ago. 

in fact, as she is drawn back to the glow of the meadow, she can picture with painful ease the image of her as a mere child peering tentatively at the foreboding gloom in which present her currently resided within. a melancholic smile presses to angular features at the image. her parents had long since given up keeping her confined to the borders of swiftcurrent creek and had allowed the frequent trips to the lively meadow but on that particular day the whispered wanderlust had been too great to ignore and so she'd approached the enthralling treeline. of course, after overcoming any traitorous misgivings and plunging into the eddying gloom, it had become clear that this was in fact not a forest but a carefully protected gem. 

muscles shift to crane her neck as she gazes back into the clearing, the awe to have struck her the first time she'd witnessed the emerald glade with its babbling stream and carefully strewn rocks still stirring within her chest. and she half expected to witness the thundering lump of stormy fluff that was @Clay to come barreling towards her with disconcerting speed; his father not too far behind. 

her heart constricts tightly within the confines of her chest, flailing at the emotions spiralling throughout her. not quite sadness and yet not joy either, some strange inbetween that left her utterly breathless with its intensity. so much had changed since that day, too much to even begin to let her mind delve into. and yet despite the staggering strife to have been inflicted upon her over the past year, she cannot say that she is dreadfully unhappy with her life as of now. there are things she would do anything to have the control to change and recent events still struck her with cruel claws, but admitting she loved the home and wolves she resided with now was not a betrayal to those she lost and missed.