The Sentinels Tiny Blessings Gilded in Black and White

It was almost time to turn back to Pearls den when the young wolf heard the loud call of Lasher. She turned, a few stems hanging from her mouth, towards the direction of the howl, listening intently. 

Puppies! While more than excited to meet the leaders children, a sense of bitterness washing over her. Aria had wished for a family her whole life, lacking a true one as a pup. It was not to say that she was old enough just yet to start a family, but she still dreamed of it every day. 

Lasher's howl was loud and clear, and nearby, she noted. Perhaps she would have time to visit. As far as she was concerned, she hadn't traveled too far from Pearls den; she'd mostly circled it at a further distance. She was still spending a large portion of her day mentally mapping out the territory. As of right now she could point you in the direction of many different landmarks, including the possible home of a darling little red fox who went by the name Tilki. Not only so, but the wolf was mapping locations of possible herb growing areas and where herbs were being grown. Today, despite the cold, she had found a small patch of Lavender as well as some weed-like dandelions; she wondered if those would be useful to take to storage, and so she had grabbed a bit of each. 

Deciding it would be well worth he time regardless of the distance, Aria headed towards Lashers howl, glad she had decided to take the plants that she had found. She was not able to make anything of them, she was still learning, but she knew of their use and of Blue Willow's skill with them. If someone had not already done so she would gladly listen to instructions in order to put them to use.

When she arrived, she found Pearl already outside the den. She gave a yip of greeting through the herbs and nudged her happily, tail wagging. Aria stood beside the white wolf (like standing beside a mirror) and waiting along with her, her eyes lighting up at the idea of getting to see a pair of newborns. She noticed the shape of another white wolf, one she noted as Lasher and Blue Willow's first daughter. She longed to see the puppies, but saw nothing more than the occasional white coat of Eilidh and the dark shadow cast by the inside of the den.