Fruition of dominion

As the gathering of wolves congregated around Sephiran, Aurelia lingered at the outskirts, her silver and charcoal fur blending seamlessly with the shadows cast by the towering trees. She had been quiet during the return trip, her thoughts consumed by the prospect of returning to the healer's den she had painstakingly restored. Each step away from it felt like a tug on her heartstrings, a reminder of the comfort and familiarity she had found within its walls, and how excited she would be to return to it.

And it was almost exactly as she had left it. A few of the stray herbs that she didn’t have space to take with her had scattered on the floor. But that was a quick fix. It took a little cleanup, but after some work, it was as good as new. However, when Sephiran's call rang out commanding the pack's attention, Aurelia hesitated. Part of her wanted to ignore it. To hang back to the safety of her den, to lose herself in the solitude of her own company. But another part of her knew that she would much rather face him out there than have him come looking for her here.

Aurelia released a soft, resigned sigh as she padded forward with graceful yet hesitant steps. Her paws sunk into the soft earth, leaving subtle imprints in her wake. She kept her gaze lowered, avoiding the curious stares of her packmates should she have earned them as she searched for her place among the assembly.

"Aurelia Veratti"