The mantle

The day was ending, the last sun rays peaked through the line that divided the skies with the bast lands of Auster.

Colder winds flowing through the branches making noises that for someone who might didn't know could prove to be bone-chilling. Yet for someone who did know it was simply an illusion, something that couldn't really hurt her. She had grown to know there were far more important things to be worried about. That being the safety of her family, that was the only thing a wolf should care for, family as they were the only ones who could truly love someone.

She arrived to the pack lands carrying a few furs she had collected from some kills she had done. These would be confectioned into blankets for the cold and perhaps a cape or armor.

Quietly she started to drag them towards her den.

"speech"