i'm makin' a home, makin' it mine

she returned to the falls around dusk. all the other people had left by now, and to her knowledge, she was quite alone. Willoughby thought she had no formal plans for Boreas, let alone Auster, but some inklings were starting to develop. she had met so many wolves that had no home. what if she could help them? what if she could bring them together and unite them to find one? weren't they all just hopelessly lost until something brought them to the realization? or maybe she was getting far too ambitious.

she shook such thoughts away, focusing on the steady flow of continual ash in the air. the woman could smell it still, let alone see it, and wondered when it would stop. the falls were still a place of relative calm. the large rivers cascading down the drop still sparkled. the prey - however small - remained after the eruption. nature felt it was best to stay here, and Willoughby would stay here too until proven it wasn't safe. walking along the ground, she approached the water's edge.