if heaven waits we'll breach the gates on her wings we'll be one
They were mesmerizing to watch, the fish, the way they would twist and turn in the water, the dappled sunlight sparkling off their scales. Winter had barely touched the south. Nothing to show for it but cooler weather and a light dusting of snow. The water sources remained unfrozen and the light cover made for excellent grazing. However, Leshia couldn't help but feel that Lirim's luck might run out and that some great blizzard was going to come roaring into the terra.
Leaving the fish for now she set off toward the valley where she'd be more likely to find prey but as she turned to leave she heard a bark for Faite. Leshia did not know enough of her packmates to recognize the voice and decided she may as well say hello. She couldn't help it really. She just preferred to keep to herself and focus on feeding her packmates now that winter was settled in.
The first thing she noticed was the scent of foreign earth and the source became readily apparent. There was a wolf caked in mud standing at the border. Leshia's eyes narrowed. Who on earth travelled around covered in mud like that? Suspicious indeed. A brightly colored yearling seemed to be happily greeting the stranger. Leshia was used to brightly colored wolves. While they weren't common they weren't all that rare from what she'd seen.
Leshia marched over to the border. "What are you doing sniffing around our borders covered in mud? Is something wrong with you? Are you diseased?" She knew little of healing but had heard some wolves tote the healing properties of certain mud masks. Great…. that was all they needed in the dead of winter. Some typhoid mary to spread a little misery.
