The Sunspire froot

finally gettin this kiddo some thweads

she's gotta admit the mountain is mighty pretty, and she's real glad she tagged back along with wraen even if she hasn't gotten the chance to meet with anyone else much yet. oh, briefly maybe maybe, enough to say hi hello i'm your new girl here to stay an' all but that's about it and that ain't much. not that she's complaining, oh no, she knows she'll meet alla everyone in good time and -- hey, look at that, she's finally made it into a pack! after all this time going back and forth and wondering what the big fuss is about, and now she's part of the fuss. it's titilating -- oh, yeah, she needs to find weetzie don't she -- oh, hell, that can wait. for now she busies herself with exploring every inch of the sunspire, keeping an eye and ear alert for new packmates to connect to.

Olive was eager to make friends with her new packmates. It was a novelty to have friend again — well, maybe they weren’t all friends yet, but they were bonded by travel and packhood and were predisposed to like her.  It all reminded her of her time with Teaghlaigh, before, you know, they committed treason against her person and her family. 

Anyways, It soothed to the woman’s nerves, that were so often run ragged. It also imbued her with a certain energy — a glow, if you will — and Olive found she did not lack for want of traveling the valley and the peaks of the mountain, crawling about the landscape as if she were an insect on a leaf. On this day, she encountered the small red girl. They were acquainted, but not yet close. 

The druid chuffed to gain her attention, then gave a small bow that originated from a place of respect. 

it's not long for her wandering to turn up something -- or someone more specifically -- who greets her with a friendly chuff. wb returns it with a grin and a lazy wag of the tail, recognizing her from ... well, around an' all of that, though she doesn't yet know the pretty woman's name. 

"heya," the scarlet witch greets, her usual cheer but not flirty (it ain't been working out for her lately -- she'll just have to let her natural charms win folks out), "settlin' in?"

The girl was friendly enough — and adorable too, in her cloak of scarlet — and Olive found herself quite charmed by the young thing. There were so very few wolves that she had met who spoke in drawl and related to the world quite as this one did, and it was amusing, if not refreshing. If anything, Olive was more than pleased to have a conversation with another that had nothing to do with Dakarai or his new lover or their child that had turned dark; not of hunger and starvation; not even with the slightest tinge of melancholy or cynicism. Olive had the same, pleasant conversation with Witchbaby as she had a dozen times over with the Sunspire wolves, and still she had not yet tired of it. The fact that she no longer spoke to the others out of aloneness and hardship — it was such a pretty, wonderful thing! The comfort of pack hood allowed for the appreciation of the finer things in life, such as eating for taste and not for sustenance, and traveling for pleasure, not hunting grounds... and, of course, these types of lackadaisical interactions! So when Witchbaby and Olive tied a satin bow on their neat little conversation, Olive retreated to some shady spot ‘neath an oak and fell into a deep sleep; a luxurious type of repose that one could only find when one had absolutely nothing better to do.