what lies behind the wall

Sybil

Wren had offered a place in the Armada while the new pack was formed, but Sybil had turned it down. Not verbally, she had simply responded with her absence. She had a little more wandering left in her, that itch in her paw. She’d settle down, yes, but that time could wait for a few months more. And so she put her paws to use, roaming around the northern lands, listening to the gorge whistle, listening to the cold waves crash down the coast. Spring had just about arrived and yet it seemed no warmer, not to most. Her kind of weather.

A lone shape stood against the cold, on the apex of the old wall she found herself walking along. Could it be repurposed, she wondered? Fanciful dreams of a castle all to herself fluttered in her head, dissipating as her attention turned to the stranger. “Ho there.” She called, to a little wolf coloured like a burning coal. He looked awfully out of place here in the desolate tundra. Amidst the wind and white landscape, she wondered if he’d be able to notice her at all.

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