Hold the Torch Together [Gwenevere]

Her patrol had taken her into the mist-shrouded moor that day, and the eerie hush that the constant fog gave to everything was in some ways comforting to the aging female. Winter had brought her heat upon her again, and she had begun dreaming of Lanse and their life together almost nightly. It made it difficult to sleep, knowing that he would be there to haunt her. Knowing that she wasn't sure she wanted to wake up knowing he wouldn't be there. The pack's reduced size meant that patrols had to be undertaken alone most days in order to be sure that the border was guarded at all times, but these days she'd been almost grateful not to have anyone join her on patrol. She wasn't fit company, and not particularly in the mood to withstand Justice's inevitable snarky comments and since the attitude-laden girl was one of the few warriors left they'd be paired up more often than not.

A soft bark drew her attention slightly to the side, and she stopped to wait as Aurielle stepped up to her. Even in her tiredness she had to smile at the way Aurielle's shifting white-based coat managed to blend her slightly into the fog despite not making an effort to hide. When snow finally hid the last greenery, quite likely only her eyes would be visible on the moor. "Good morning, Aurielle. I'm doing well enough. You look like you had something more on your mind than seeing to my health though." And sure enough the yearling had a subtle difference to her stance and gaze that piqued Gwen's interest even through the apathy that the season had brought her.