navigating the fog

The Spirit smiled easily as Aryn gave her name, and as she gave the inquiring trailing off, Aurielle responded with an understanding nod, as she said, “I am Aurielle Adravendi. Your father’s Mother was my Da’s sister, which makes you and your siblings my cousins as well as your Da.”

She grinned as the young wolf’s lighthearted quip about the packs taking all the good lands, turning with a friendly tilt of her head toward the moorlands. “I’m more than happy to show you around. Lirim is family, and as long as you let us know you’re here, you’re welcome to stop by and rest if you need. That stands for the rest of your sibs and your parents. Alliances should be something celebrated, not just acknowledged and little more done beyond that.”

It was something she stood by—like her father, she had no reservations about giving a member of an allied pack a place to rest up, a meal to eat, and a chance to meet others before they went home. She never expected anything in return except good will and the similar treatment of her own wolves should they be in need and in her allies’ area.

As she waited to see if Aryn would join her, she asked, “Is this your first outing as a yearling?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think