Back On Our Feet, One Step at a Time

She padded quietly through the mists – normal for the land, and not the impenetrable wall of fog Cairo had told her about – thinking over the coming seasons and what they’d bring. She could only hope that the wolves of Boreas and Auster would finally see pleasant seasons in the future.

Their numbers had been greatly reduced by the plague, and she’d need to keep an eye out for likely wolves that would find this pack a home worth living for, and the ambitions to rise honestly through the ranks. It was likely her son would have his work cut out for him when he rose to become the next alpha. He’d shared some of his concepts and ideas with her, and she found them sound enough that she could say she was comfortable with his leadership ideals and plans.

But they were in sore need for well-trained, strong adults, and that was a problem. At least Tel’s training could continue.

She drew in a breath and let it out, then paused as pawsteps approached through the mists. They were familiar, so she didn’t feel the need to raise an alarm, simply waiting for the owner to catch up.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think