Sunbeam Lair one last breath 'til the tears start to wither

She needed space. Time to think. In that very moment, it meant leaving behind Epoch and the vale’s serendipitous walls—a pack built on love and ambition that she had perhaps just burnt to the ground with a loose tongue and an over-trusting heart.

Dusk settled over the mountains, and as prone to winter, the sun faded to darkness far more swiftly than in the warmer months. There was a certain stillness she could appreciate in the darkness—acquainted well with it in her travels and tired heart.

But when upset—particularly so after the strange accusation Reyson had thrown her way— the silver she-wolf knew she found solace at keeping busy. Her work. Not eager to meet with her pack mates and check on how they felt—surely they would see the apprehension and grief written all over her—she instead went to the caverns, desiring to see if even in the winter, something useful still grew within its protected and underground walls.

With the moon playing upon the silver of her fur, she poked around the entrance at first, ensuring no unwelcome scent lingered.