the ghost of billy royalton

Avacyn gathered up a few fresh pillows that she had finished in her workshop and carried them out to Firefly Lake. The covered lounge area near the shore of the lake had been one of the first improvements she had built around the pack's territory back when she was still heir to the pack and it was something that she still liked to add to and maintain from time to time. She liked to create and make things with her paws–even if it was little things like fresh pillows and blankets to add to the lounge. The old ones did grow weathered over time regardless of the lean-to roof that provided some shade over the platform so making new ones was necessary to keep the space looking nice.

Sometimes there would be other pack members using the space when she got there so it wasn't the finding someone else laying on one of the cushions that surprised her. It was the fact that it was a small pup that she had yet to meet. She blinked with surprise as she spotted the splash of bright red fur against one of the earthen-hued cushions as she was putting down the pillows she was carrying. Quickly she was able to figure out that this was one of Desponia's children from his scent and it made her smile to see him enjoying the space despite the fact that the cushion he was laying on was ten times the size of him. She chuckled a bit and carried over one of her new pillows to swap out a worn one that was near him. "Hello there, little one. What's your name?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"