Hushed Willows Follow the Pale Moonlight

@Lumiya

Celara had lost her second pack. It was almost funny, in a horrible way. Only a few months after she had arrived in her pack, that she had spent at least half of elsewhere, and she was forced to leave one again. At least the Northstar Vale was still around. And most of the members had moved on, instead of dying. And she had been able to rest as she journeyed without fear or nightmares. Altogether, this really was an improvement on the last time her pack had been destroyed. The she-wolf smiled at her own jest, though it hurt her inside.

Celara had walked, now, through a forest surrounding a lake, on the grassy slopes beneath a mountain, and now to a grove of willow trees. Willow trees smelling, she realized as she walked closer, of wolves. Yes, this was definitely the border of another pack. The grey wolf pushed down the worry she felt. This was what she had been looking for, was it not? And even if they attacked her on sight, which was unlikely, she was fast enough to escape, now the she was well fed and rested. 

Celara walked to the very edge of the border and howled.