The heat of winter

It seemed like when she was younger the Destruction family ruled over all of the eastern lands. Sawtooth, Threar, and Abaven sprawled over the lands at the height of their rule. Her chocolate silver marked paws carried her carefully over the lands that Novella and her mate had ruled for so long. It seemed like a different life time ago.

Feather flitted from branch to branch leading Rhythm along. Normally she could manage to navigate herself well enough but with her arthritis it was easier to focus on every step when she didn’t have to worry about running into a tree. The old woman figured she was going to try and gather up a bit of clay, if she could stock up her stock she wouldn’t have to leave the confines of Abaven in the winter. Something she was going to try and avoid with her arthritis. Already moving around was difficult enough without the added cold.

Her frail form slowly made its way down to the shore of the lake at the bottom on the falls. Her sightless gaze rested on the feature as the old woman relaxed against the sound of water over the rocks. With a tired sigh she lowered herself to the river rock shore and relaxed. The clay could wait for her to rest.