On the Move

Ara did like the island, but she loved her family more. She was here for them, not a patch of earth. She gave the den she had dug a fond pack, slung her supplies over her back, and made her way towards the springs with the rest of her family. As they settled in, Sara made a grumbling comment. She opened her maw to comment, and the white wolf - Kichi - beat her to it.

She grinned at the white wolf, before pushing forward and slinging a paw across the large, colourful wolf. “Hey sprout, it only stinks ‘cause you brought the stench with you” she teased him, ruffling the fur between his ears. “I bet I can find the best ambush spot before you can!” She wiggled her brows, then paused and looked at Manea. Her cousin wanted to speak with them, and she couldn’t take off with the kiddo just yet.


"Naráca Mendacium"