Stories of a healing kind

Autumn had begun, and the weather patterns were changing in a fast rate. The smell of cold and bitterness began to fill the femme's nose, but she was used to the weather of Glaciem, since she had been there for almost a year. A smile would spread across her features as she came across a frozen body of water, big enough to be a stream with the way it weaved through the forest. Perhaps she was thinking about this place as being home now, but she still was not sure.

Sendoa was kind to her, but some males did not take kindly to her kind gestures and behaviors. Was there something inside of her that Isardis liked? He could've gotten rid of her easily with the way his pack is in numbers, and in cunning and brains. A sigh would come through her nose, releasing carbon dioxide into a form of mist, soon causing the mist to evaporate into the atmosphere.

That was when the female soon smelled another wolf close by. But, the wolf was smaller in stature, and was also, in her eyes, considered to be a pup in her eyes. As she approached, sure enough, there was a pup who also appeared to be in Glaciem. She was young, and remembered hearing her names a couple of times throughout the pack. She must be the one named Talvi. Her smile stayed upon her face as she approached to the pup, walking over cautiously as to not startle the young wolf.

"Hello," she spoke kindly to her, speaking as she sat down in front of the frozen stream and stretched, placing her head down upon her paws as her emerald orbs shifted over to the young pup, wondering what she would do.