The Stars At Night, Are Big And Bright

Jynn still seemed a little hesitant as she stepped over the borderline and onto the plain. With a woop, the woman's expression brightened and Bowen released a soft laugh as Jynn began to sprint through the grass. The warm, summer breeze ruffled Bowen's caramel cream coat and she turned her face into it, smelled the scent of the long, sweet grass. She didn't spend nearly enough time here when she was younger. Perhaps she'd rectify that now that she was back again.

With a question on Jynn's maw, Bowen opened her eyes once more. "The Hallows," she replied. "And yes, it's a very good pack. My mother forged it so that anyone in need could receive help. Safety, food, shelter, care. She really was a selfless woman." Gone now, but she had been a very good wolf.

"Speech"