Duskfire Glacier Sometimes a flower is just a flower.

Much had changed in such little time, and Wayfarer simply carried on.

She'd never been particularly close to her father, unfortunately, but felt the loss of him despite the bitterness she continued to carry. Wayfarer, weighted by her quiet grief, would linger on the edges of Duskfire territory and often disappear for days at a time - eager to be alone with her demons on those more trying weeks.

Lean and long-legged, youth remained on her side despite having been forced to grow up much too soon. Snow flurried gently from a dark evening sky on her return from one of her brief trips into the unknown and she snaked her tongue between her lips to sweep a stray flake from a whisker. She was tired and hungry, yet her focus was on locating the one wolf she knew she could rely on - @Veteran.