Beat like a heart thats painted in gold

Sedna watched the yearling dance from paw to paw from the corner of her eye. If Sigrún wasn’t aware of her limits, the older wolf was more than willing to help her learn. Though pushing her too hard would slow their travels for the coming week... Maybe then Var would finally catch up?

At least the meadow before them carried plenty of the heady scent of prey... How long had it been since they had eaten more than stolen carrion? And she was sure they could find water without too much of a struggle surely. The Archer-Lyall covered the growl of her stomach with one from her chest and smirked at the younger woman. “Oh yeah? Wanna make it a race?” She fully expected the younger wolf to charge forward, not realising the flatness of the land before them would take many hours to cover in all actuality.

With a put upon yawn and a stretch that popped the bones in her neck and down her spine she steadily trotted at a ground eating pace in the direction of the rising horizon, towards the setting sun, as the first stars of the night began to twinkle their way into existence at her back.