Seasons changing in the breeze

There was a certain fineness to the cool air of Auster that the female noted. She breathed in, flicking an ear as her gaze searched the plains. Things had been quiet for the femme. She hadn’t been doing much within Talis since the hunt and hadn’t really seen much of her siblings. She felt a bit lonely, but at least she had Bubo for companion. The snowy owl was a constant reminder that the only thing holding her back from obtaining happiness was herself. Her gaze shifted back towards her den, and the woman wondered to herself what it might be like to be in her sister’s paws. To have had two litters… yet not done well with their fathers. It seemed sad in a way. Oracle really wanted to talk more to Avalon about all of that too… and get to know her nieces and nephews better… but would she have that chance? She closed her eyes, a sad smile on her face. Oh how cruel the seasons could be…