Girls just wanna have fun

The serenity of the Moontouched Cliffs was disrupted only by the soft padding of Ellara’s paws as she approached the gathering. Her fur, a magnificent blend of latte pink and coffee brown, shimmered under the starlit sky, casting an ethereal pink glow around her. Each step she took was deliberate, her tall and majestic frame moving with the grace of a light-footed warrior. The wind toyed with her fur, creating ripples that caught the moonlight, making her appear almost otherworldly.

As she neared the bonfire, the aromatic scent of cedar wood and the sight of her friends filled her with warmth. Mélisande’s meticulous preparations were evident in every detail, from the neatly arranged herbs to the skinned chicken roasting over the fire. Atreyu’s enthusiastic greeting brought a smile to Ellara’s face, her heart swelling with the joy of friendship.

“Good evening, Mélisande, Atreyu,” Ellara greeted, her voice smooth and melodic. “This place looks like a slice of paradise.” She dipped her head respectfully, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. As she approached, her gaze fell upon the small clay pot and the array of herbs.

From a satchel slung over her shoulder, Ellara carefully pulled out a small pouch made of loosely woven wool. “I’ve brought something to help us unwind,” she said, placing the pouch on the makeshift bar. Inside were carefully prepared leaves and flowers of valerian root and lavender, known for their calming properties. “I thought their sedative properties in the air might help us relax and fully enjoy the night.”

She settled onto one of the soft pelts, her gaze shifting to the vast expanse of the indigo sky. The stars above seemed to twinkle brighter as if welcoming the wolves to their gathering. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a night like this,” she remarked, her tone filled with contentment.

Ellara's heart quickened as her eyes found Mélisande sitting by the fire, noticing how her russet fur was glowing in the firelight. With a soft, affectionate smile, Ellara trotted over to the smaller wolf. Her movements were fluid and elegant, each step a testament to the deep bond she felt with her. The wildflowers brushed against her legs as she approached, their sweet scent mingling with the aroma of cedar.

As she reached Mélisande, Ellara nuzzled her gently, her muzzle brushing against Mélisande’s cheek. “You’ve done a wonderful job, love,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and admiration. She pressed closer, their fur mingling, and nipped playfully at Mélisande’s ear. Not wanting to make Atreyu feel awkward, she giggled light-heartedly and lifted her muzzle, nodding to Bigs in greeting.