Reaching For The Moon

With Spring in air, the chill of winter was slowly begun to loosening its hold on the Northern lands. There was still snow on the ground but the hope of warmer weather has come in the form of more sunlight. Keahi often likes to bask in the rays near the obelisk, drawing in the heat of the fire along with the sunlight. Today, she makes her way to the tall, towering stone where the pack’s rules are etched, for something other than sunbathing. Determination keeps her shoulders straight and her head high as she stops near the stone and fire.

For a moment, she waits, taking in the rules that are the foundation of the pack. These wolves have become her family and she trusts every member with her life. This place means the world to her and, when there had been a sudden, startling vacancy in the higher ranks, Keahi had turned her eyes upward. Not literally of course but the opening was a temptation and, try as she might to talk herself out of it, the tropical woman could find no reason to not apply for it. Taking a deep breath, the red wolf tips her head back and sings a call for Sirius. Time to see what the Warlord thinks.

"Keahi Mogotsi"