Rising Sun Valley Wake me

Any and all welcome!

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There were similarities here to her Northern home, when the confining mountains laden in winter’s final storm blended with the colorless sky, and the trees that grew spindly and bare, had their roots revealed in a melt of snow. 

This was by sight a softer country, but the midlands were surprisingly rough under paw, and not easily accessible. Crossing through the briar was not so simple as towing from point to point, a straight line through tidy prairie or cleanly from one destination to the next. She moved about a tangle of branch, the clouded day alternating light and dark, and a trio of squabbling ravens adrift in her wake. They too had come to see what food the wolf would persuade from the brambles, and if they might share in it.

Tauris allowed them to pick at the bones of her half-finished muskrat as she sprawled out in a loafing state to clear remnants of the kill from her paws.