Noctisardor Bypass I'm sick and tired of love songs

Wylla turned her face into a cool wind, closing her eye to listen to the leaves whisking overhead. It still smelled of smoke, but at least the dark put an end to the stifling heat. It was quite warm for nighttime, still, but much better than under the sun's glare during the day.

In the sky, clear here where the trees parted around the river, the northern lights danced and weaved in shades of green and pink. Wylla wasn't the sort of wolf to sit and watch such displays, but age was lending perhaps a touch of whimsy to her soul, for the sight of them tonight brought a small and content smile to her lips. There were still so many troubles in her life, but she could put them aside here and now and just enjoy the show.

Folding her slim ankles one over the other, Wylla readjusted her position to lie with her hind legs splayed to the sides, relishing the cool stone beneath her belly and the babble of water running alongside it where it jutted out into the river.