In the Moonlight

Even though she had been living in Auster for a couple of seasons now she had yet to really see all that the continent had to offer. She let her brother know that she would be gone for a few days–which of course protective Ezra had a bit of an issue with, but eventually relented–and set out to see just how far this continent went. She had heard plenty of stories about the Hallows castle and the lands immediately surrounding them and even tales about portions of Boreas, but a good majority of Auster was still a mystery to her. She was determined to make herself better acquainted one way or another.

She set out early in the day and by the time she reached the far tip of the continent it was very late. She was disappointed to find that most of the lands she encountered seemed to be claimed by various packs and everywhere she turned she was blocked by scent markers. By the time she reached the coast she was more than a bit frustrated and found herself longing for the wide open freedom of the wild, unclaimed lands her and her father had lived in when she was very young. She wouldn't trade her time in the Hallows for the world because of all she was learning already as a fighter, but there was definitely a nostalgia in these moments.

Eventually she found herself passing through an unusual ring of standing stones that were all carved with odd markings that almost appeared to glow and shimmer in the cool, white light of the moon. Despite all the frustration she felt to get here this felt like a find that made the trip memorable at least. She slipped the scabbard of her sword off over her head and leaned it against one of the stones, deciding this was probably where she would rest for the night. The grass and moss was soft enough to be an acceptable bed at least. The only thing she was really missing now was some company.

She was making a few acquaintances and friends within the Hallows well enough, but she was having a hard time trying to branch out into other kinds of relationships. Maybe it was because so many of the wolves her age were Artorias' children and dating the children of her mentor felt odd or maybe she just felt obligated to focus entirely on her training when she was there. Out here though... She was reminded of the nights she would sneak away while her father was sleeping to visit a handsome merchant or a pretty craftswoman whenever they were passing by a market or pack. She laid down near one of the glimmering stones with a sigh and after another moment of contemplation she tipped her head back to let out a quiet howl. Maybe someone else was feeling as lonely as she was.

"Aylin Adravendi"