golden hour

Now that Banshee was feeling better the babe determined her heart yearned long enough. 'Or so i hope.' The young Klein found herself marching down to the boneyard with a renewed and nourished form. Large paws hit the crisp earth with care, the noise of her pad falls surrounded her like war drums. Not only was the yearling radiating excitement to see her friend again but she was finally feeling healthy. No longer would she have to be bound to the limits of Ashen with her exploration and duties. She could do as she wished and so she did.

Rays of golden light peaked through the hazy clouds illuminating the wasteland around her. The wash of sunlight gave her already russet hued fur a much more amber tone to it. The area was filled with history, sorrow, and pain. But, the babe was not afraid of any of it. Her previous trial and tribulations made spooky sights and sounds much less impactful. It was almost as if she was no numb to normal anxieties and fear. Neverthless, as she found a nice clearing Banshee tilted her head up and breathed a beautiful song into the afternoon air. A howl meant only for Iroh.

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