Cold North Winds

The days were beginning to shorten and a certain chilliness has started to creep into the air that speaks of the promise of autumn. Andy does not mind the chill, in fact, with her denser coat, she is looking forward to it. Still, she takes advantage of the sunshine while she can and is up at her observation post on First Point Light, tending to her small patch of flowers. Dirt cakes her paws as she weeds the flowerbed, carefully tending to the area with loving, care.

Her father’s call reaches her up there and the girl shifts to cast her gaze back down the path. Quickly, Andy stands, dusting her paws off and giving the sweet flowers a quick drink of water before moving to answer. She traverses the path quickly and, by the time she arrives, several wolves have already gathered, including, Stratum, Kite, and Charlie. The littermates always seem to cluster together and, as she moves to join the small group, she offers soft, warm greetings to Mortis, Halo, Hazel, an unknown male (Nirah), and the silent slave that she had not met but has heard about.

Finally, she comes to a stop with her brother’s, taking up a spot beside Kite as she easily falls into their normal routine. Softly, she whispers the names of the wolves, that she knows, to her sister, offering positions and descriptions of everything that is going on. Andy has been silently delighted that Kite had returned to the Armada with her even if Kite os not. Looking to her brother’s, the purple girl offers them both warm smiles and softly whispered, loving greetings. With that, she keeps her eyes open for anymore who appear, ready to supply the information to her blindfolded sibling until the meeting begins.


"Andromeda Fatalis"