Moonlight on the Cliff [Skyfire]

The Spirit could see a change in the girl, some of the rough edges being polished away, from mere influence of words from the older wolf. Something had clicked and, even if they never met again, Aurielle could only hope that she’d done this girl a service. She would find nothing in life, save for perhaps an early grave, if she continued to desire leadership only for her own ego.

Skyfire gave a genuine thanks, and the Spirit dipped her refined muzzle in a nod of acknowledgement. A light smile answered the following, tentative query. “I don’t see why not. Perhaps you might choose to live in Valhalla someday. The pack’s main Seat rests in the west in Vericona Plains. As well, I am willing to teach you how to fight should you wish it.”

The pack scent on Skyfire was still incredibly light, but she thought, now that she’d had a chance to analyze the scent, that it must be Sirius’ pack she was smelling. At some point she’d have to chat with the titan, see how he was doing after their fight with the bear in the Gorge.

Perhaps before she headed west she might swing by the borders and give the man a call.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think