Moonlight on the falls

She felt a little stiff, though the minor scrapes and bruises she’d received were starting to heal thanks to time and Octave’s abilities as a healer. Carlys rested on her back, her wings sore from scouting ahead of their position all day. She’d simply been circling the falls, eager to get on her feet and move around but was eager to stay close to the waterfall and the relief it could provide. Compared to her home climates, the spring weather was hot and that water cooled her down significantly. It was a glow that had caught her attention as she made her way to the top of the peak.

It was a wolf, fur glowing, long fur carried easily by the cold winds. Her eyes widened and her maw nearly dropped to the floor. She remembered Askan’s story about the woman with glowing fur, but in the moment it went out of her mind and she simply thought of one thing: The Ancients. Had a spirit graced the lands to visit her, perhaps give her some insight? She couldn’t help but gasp aloud, bowing as she stated the familiar words off her maw. “Ancient One, I am honored by your presence.” She was certain even her father had not had the honor to meet a spirit. “Have you come to guide me?” She asked, hope glimmering in her eyes.

Perhaps Carlys would have offered her some advice had the bird herself not also been mesmerized, bowing atop her head.