Swiftcurrent Creek count the stars that are shining in your eye

just a heads up; going to be away this weekend <3 So sad about duskvale!

The lone matron had shrunk away from the Vale's alpha wolf, disturbed by the ghost she thought she saw. He looked so like him. Njal: husband, father, paramore. Those same moon-toned eyes and silver hair — different, yet the same. Immediately, she had retreated from the vale, fearing a possible truth a broken heart didn't dare face. Could her son be alive? 

Tuwawi had always hoped she would recognize her children when the day came; blessed by some mysterious maternal instinct. Yet, the Sveijarn found herself uncertain. She had seen similar looking wolves before... and the chance of Larus surviving both the lynx and the sea witch? Caiaphas. The name was like acid in Tuwawi's mind. Red hair prickeled along her spine as she looked over her shoulder warily, imagining the banshee's leering presence. 

The sound of crunching snow relieved her paranoia. She had stalked the silver male all the way from Northstar to Swiftcurrent (it was fitting, she would muse), and had expertly hidden herself out of sight and downwind. As he entered the field, she emerged from a familiar copse of trees; a smattering of vermillion against a snowey plain, and openly followed him at a brisk, but labored, trot.