Broken Boulder there’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back

She emerged from the shadows, a sudden, stark figure on the landscape, as her dark fur had blended well before. Her eyes caught the trim figure of Alarian standing close ahead, and she gave a low, hearty chuff in greeting, trotting over to meet him with a wag of her tail. She was pleased to see him; she hadn't seen much of her recruiter, these past few days.

"All right, then?" Lily said warmly, smiling as she drew alongside him. Their pack's scent was starting to grow strong along the border, and soon, they'd have an claim clad in iron on the land. "Mind if I join you?" He could hardly say no.

The days were growing longer, and with them, Lily's boredom. The girl had yet to find a true purpose, a calling, in this life. Perhaps she would have been more steadily guided down a path if she had remained home; as it was, she was adrift. Nothing had begged her attention as of yet. Hunting was not much her forte--perhaps scouting would be more to her liking.