tiny dancer

Firefly Lake


Void ventured northward, almost daring the pack of Winterfell to attack now, to run into him first before they reached the destination of Abaven. Void didn’t often have much emotion, but he hated to see his alpha and cousin as stressed as she was because of something their supposed allies were doing. Her frustration rubbed off on him slightly, but he tried not to think on it too heavily.

He let himself enjoy the lands around him, the subtle setting of the sun. The stars would soon be popping out of the sky, but for now the yearling would enjoy the brilliant colors that lit up the sky and reflected on the lake. Void’s huge form reclined softly into the grass by the bank and he quieted, watching the show the sky was eager to put on.