the edge

Why was she here? Who knew? Sometimes the girl just wanted to wander. Now that she was on the cusp of being a year old, she could do whatever she wanted, couldn't she? The girl had filled out nicely. She'd lost the majority of her baby fat which suited her just fine. She was lighter on her paws this way. She'd never be tall or skinny, but she was getting to be rather shapely. If you were into that sort of thing.

With Ashur at her side and Pip clinging to the leopards fur, the trio had gone a'wandering. Funny that she should meet someone that she knew up here on top of a dormant volcano. It wasn't her first trip here. The girl had snuck here with Bast ages ago despite being told not to leave pack lands. Oops.

"Aunt Deathbelle?" The girl questioned softly as she drew near to the speckled woman. She could tell that she was crying, but she didn't know why. She did know that she rather liked her unofficial aunt and she didn't want her to be sad. Asla seated herself beside the older wolf. A silent presence. She would talk if she wished.