The Dead and the Living

Moonlight streamed down from the sky, reflecting oddly off the shimmering, frost covered branches of the great Red Wood trees. Karabela skirted the northern border, careful not to get to close to the border so as not to incur the wrath of the Yfir wolves that dwelled within the forest. She debated about calling the alpha and seeing about bartering a way in to pay her respects to the place her mother had and cousin Aksel had battled the bear but with Káti on his way and Aserlín right behind her she wasn't sure the alphess would be keen on allowing three strangers into the terra. So for now she would linger in the snow and wait.

"Speech"