The Joys Spring Can Bring

Huata would look to the fae and give a slight chuckle of her own. She had not been in a pack for quite some time, ever since she was a pup and decided to live her life on her own she did not think about joining another. "No Misha, I do not belong to any other pack or small group of wolves. The pack I was originally born in had shunned me and now I live alone here in Alacritia, following wherever the wind takes me." Huata would exclaim with kindness and sincerity to the other dame. Her topaz pools shimmered when she looked to the die that she had killed.



"I am thankful for this doe that had sustained me. You may either eat your pheasant, or you can eat what is left of the deer I killed that still has much meat on its bones." Huata would say as her eyes showed kindness once more as her crown dropped down upon her forepaws as the dame waited for Misha's reply.[I]