Shrooms

Serenity was done her patrol for the day and was on her way to sit up on her perch on the castle walls when she passed Gwynevere who had invited her outside of the castle walls with her. She honestly was just ready to head up and relax but she wasn't one to say no, and with the strange creatures and evenings that lasted forever, she wasn't going to let Gywnevere go out on her own.

As they moved out towards the grove, they came across a young boy who Serenity didn't even flinch a paw to. She saw the way Gywnevere lit up at the sight of him, but even before she noticed that, at least in these days, unfriendly wolves were the least of their worries. They were still close to the castle after all.

Serenity was put off by all of the strange changes the winter brought them. She didn't even want the fireflies near her and her tension was well obvious to see, or maybe at least to those who knew her. Gwynevere had mentioned seeing something around the trees of the grove, and Serenity gave her a tiny tilt in her head, "Are you looking for something specific?" She dropped her nose before taking a few steps forward, ready to help the search even before she knew what Gywnevere had her mind on.

"Serenity"