The Wind in Flight

Lúta lingered in the southern lands where the warmer summer temperatures were helping the plant life to thrive. She was on the hunt through the marshy lands of the estuary for marsh mallow and elderberry. She glided along the soggy ground as the birds sang around her. It was lovely out and she almost wished she could just settle down by the water's edge and listen, however she had work to do. Lúta was no pack wolf. She would need to get herself well stocked for winter if she didn't plan on joining a pack or band.

She slowed to a halt as she spied a plant that just might be what she was looking for. She quickly padded over to investigate.