ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS
06-21-2014, 11:19 PM
The epidemic was over. The wolves were either already healed or healing. She had never felt so relieved in her life, when Athena had brought her the cure. She had rested, in the days following- as each of the wolves left her den, and had finally ventured to leave the territory. She had headed towards the Western territories, for once with no interest in speaking with the Valhallan wolves. This journey was just to explore- and perhaps run into her daughter. She hadn't realized how little of the land, she had explored- until she found herself deep within the willows. It was beautiful down here, and quite a bit warmer than the frigid arctic lands that Glaciem thrived in. She took a deep breath, the western air passing through her nose, and she let it out with a sigh. Her tan eye-lids fell over her golden eyes, as she sank to her haunches, and then further to the ground. The little bit of sunlight that filtered between the willow trees warmed her tawny coat, and it felt good on her old bones. She'd spent the last year in Glaciem, under Isardis's rule- and it had been one of the most hectic and stressful years of her life. It made her feel like she was ten years old, rather than six. She smiled slightly at the thought, though life had been hectic- the albino king had surely made things interesting. She knew he was still suffering illness, and she couldn't help but wonder if he'd make it. He'd named Athena as heir, a choice that she approved of- a choice that anyone with a decent head on their shoulders would approve of. Athena would be a marvelous leader. She let out a sigh- she couldn't shake the feeling... that she wouldn't be around to see Athena wear her crown, though. Speech... |